“Izabella you cannot keep this up. It is not healthy or safe for you. I insist that you stop this now.”( Optimus).
Izabella was prideful as much as she was stubborn. Just telling her she couldn’t do something would earn the opposite desired effect. She’s hunkering down, ignoring the thirst and exhaustion coursing through her being.
“I can and I will do this until he-,” she jabs a finger at Barricade still very much sitting outside the building. “Decides that I’m right and don’t need a dentist!”











