"Ari!" Isaac immediately began a sprint towards the wounded, beaten, yet alive young woman, a smile crossing Arianna's pale face as she shrugged and nodded, still aching from the previous agony. Blood continued to drip from Isaac's head wound, yet he didn't mind, as he tackled Arianna in a tight hug. "...So.. is he dead?" Arianna asked quietly, whispering within Isaac's bloodied ear, as the teenage boy responded with several, several spurted words and phrases. "Y-Yeah, he's dead - ashes everywhere, Cain was hurt, dimension collapsed entirely - drove a spear through his head, all three of us did it together-" "Woah, woah." Arianna laughed a little, placing her hands upon Isaac's shaking shoulders. "...Yeah, I think that confirmed my suspicions. He's dead.. wow. Celtic Isles are hopefully free, and.. we can go back. To.. the Dojo." There was something solemn about how Arianna had mentioned the Dojo. Isaac didn't question it: he thought of Pan, knowing that Irina had cared for the girl while he had gone. It brought hope to his heart. "So, Haak!" Arianna shouted, interrupting the silence. "Since you're.. well, the only surviving Celtic leader, probably - guess you own the Isles, or what's left of them?"