No irony taken. People really do be like that.

Something about the way Lucius says it clicks a few pieces into place for Izzy. He has a very visual ‘aha!’ moment and looks at Lucius like he’s got two heads.

“That’s good. That’s perfect.”

So much so that it compels him to pitch forward and cross the small space to the opposite corner of the bed on hands and knees in full conspiracy theorist mode.

“We can’t kill him, but we can fuckin’ starve him.”