[By this point in his life, or rather his afterlife, Isaac was used to people not believing in his gift. After all, it had taken ages for him to convince Simone when she had been the only one who mattered at the time.
It was only recently that Isaac's ability had begun to work again. He had come to realize that, however, that even in his deepest moments of concentration, the visions didn't always come. He had mixed feelings on the subject. At times, he remembered just how afraid of his ability he was, but it was a part of him, and it frustrated him to never have complete control over it.
When the man from his painting arrived, Isaac pushed his way through the cluttered cabin to open the door, offering nothing more than a short nod as he stepped aside to allow him through.] "Sorry about the mess."
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It was only recently that Isaac's ability had begun to work again. He had come to realize that, however, that even in his deepest moments of concentration, the visions didn't always come. He had mixed feelings on the subject. At times, he remembered just how afraid of his ability he was, but it was a part of him, and it frustrated him to never have complete control over it.
When the man from his painting arrived, Isaac pushed his way through the cluttered cabin to open the door, offering nothing more than a short nod as he stepped aside to allow him through.] "Sorry about the mess."