"...Arianna, you...you know that this is the only way.." Isaac sighed, slowly rising as he stared upon the bloodied blade. He looked up at Tywinn, his pale face filled with an odd sense of...service. "...I-Isaac.." Arianna was forced to let go, as Isaac merely brushed her hand off. "Survival of the fittest, Ari...its what Mom taught us. Remember?" The teenager muttered, before turning to speak to Ty. "...I accept this path, Mr. Coldbourne. You may...count me alongside your numbers." "NO!" Arianna yelled out, but stopped herself from charging in her own fury towards her brother.