"F-Fuсk!" Isaac gagged in surprise, as Arianna immediately jolted to his side, holding him up. "Isaac? What's wrong?" "N-Nothing, it's.." "Bull. Tell me. You never swear unless something's wrong." "...Red flashes, feelings of thirst - is this the infection? I-I can't succumb to it, not now, I need to survive for Pan-" "Isaac. Calm down." Arianna sighed, forcing her brother to look at her. She shook her head, letting go after a moment. "...When we get back, we'll cure it. If it is the infection...when did it start?" "W-When we came in..." Isaac murmured, while a dreadful thought came to his mind: issuing out the blood from his clawed arm, or amputate the wound entirely. "Should we amputate, o-or.." "What? No!" Arianna shouted in surprise, knowing that Isaac still had blood manipulation - or at least, some form of it. "We can't take that chance, it would be.." "Ari, if it's an infection, we have to!" Isaac yelled back, sighing as he considered his options: he wouldn't last long if the infection was already spreading, and it had already begun to effect him mentally. Either these were the beginning symptoms... ...or Isaac was already doomed.

As the two spoke, Ari saw light come through the massive set of doors past the doors to the throne room. Presumably, that was the entrance to the castle.

Arianna sighed, lifting Isaac up and leading him to the entrance. Isaac meanwhile had begun to scour through his blood, attempting to discover any forms of infection that he had contracted - specifically, where he had been clawed. Manipulation of the liquid allowed him to do so, really.

He discovered anomalies in his blood stream. It was as if his blood was being eaten away at by some form of micro-parasitic creatures that were reproducing by the thousands. It was isolated to his lower arm but he saw that it was slowly making its way up to his shoulder.

"A-Ari, it's spreading through my arm-" "...Hang tight, Isaac.." Arianna muttered, pushing open the doors and breathing in the air. Isaac was sweating now, his entire being was shaking, as he gulped and carried on.

As the two kids stepped outside, they saw the bright blue sky shine down on them. There were no more dead in the streets, and everything was quiet. They stood in a courtyard as they exited from the front of the castle.

"...We got this, Isaac. It'll be fine." "...If I ever seem like I'll hurt you, or anyone, o-or... ...just kill me. Please. Promise me." "I-" "Promise me." "...Fine. I promise." The two said no more, the conversation finished with Isaac's last sigh. The two carried onwards, searching for the entrance from where they entered via boat.