Well, that certainly took a while, didn't it? Sorry for the wait, but I'm here now.

This chapter took its sweet time for a couple reasons.

The first is that I was working on a round robin thread titled The Parliament of Heroes and making several snippets for it. They're collectively called "A Summer Job" and are a DC/Gravity Falls crossover where 16-year-old Rose Worth/Wilson (Deathstroke's daughter) hides from her old man in Gravity Falls while working at the Mystery Shack, making friends with everyone there and having a romance with Wendy.

The second is that I ended up working so much on that it led to me not really working much on the next chapter for The Silver Raven. Had to mull things over before I decided to skip over it for now and get back to BlazBlue Alternative: Remnant. After this will be the next More Than Meets the Spy chapter, then Camian Odyssey, then we're back to Silver Raven. Sorry, to everyone for the delay with the next Silver Raven chapter, but I don't feel comfortable delaying my other stories any longer.

Thanks and shout-out to SwapAUAnon for Beta Reading this chapter.

Chapter 81: Coated in Crimson

Come on, work dammit! Ragna looked to the ground in front of him, hand out and brow furrowed as he tried yet again to summon forth a Grimm. But once more, nothing came about. With a sigh, he rubbed the back of his head, trying to figure out what he was doing wrong, but he felt something, or rather, someone, staring at him. Turning back, he saw Salem in the stands of the castle arena, watching his progress with a smile on her face.

"Tch," Ragna did what he could to ignore her and how she encouraged this crap. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to do this. But he needed a way out of here, and learning how to harness those Grimm summoning abilities he displayed during the destruction of Vale would come a long way to accomplishing that goal. After all, if he could summon Grimm, maybe he could control them, and in doing that, he could manifest a ride to fly away from this nightmare. Not to mention that figuring his abilities out would help him prevent something like Vale from happening again.

Alright, let's think about this, Ragna tried to piece together what he should be doing, I've tried getting angry. Sure as shit comes easy for me, he looked down at his hand, which flickered with a dark aura, But it can't summon Grimm. Ragna looked back at the arena center, hating it the more he stared at it, Don't get why though, aren't Grimm supposed to be living destruction? If I'm supposed to be the Black Beast, and my Semblance mostly flares up when I'm pissed off, it should be bringing Grimm out.

"Still having trouble, Ragna?"

Motherfucker, Ragna growled and turned to see Salem descend from the arena stands and make her way towards him, "Would you piss off already! Every time I come here, you make it a damned point to watch me."

"I'm simply gauging your progress," Salem placed a hand on his shoulder, which Ragna immediately slapped off. "Tell me," Salem began, her tone slightly irritated, "What troubles you, my boy?"

Ragna's eye twitched at the question. "You want to know?" he asked, thoroughly pissed at how blind the bitch in front of him was, "Must have something to do with the fact that I got taken away from everything and everyone I ever cared about, and now I'm being held here by a collective bunch of asshats! What the fuck do you think is bothering me!?"

"The world would have turned on you the moment it realized your true nature, such is its ways," Salem shrugged it off like it meant nothing to her, "Besides, I doubt your so-called friends truly cared for you. It's unlikely Ozpin ever cared for you or any of them either."

"Don't talk to me like you know a fucking thing!"

"I happen to know quite a bit, child," Salem retorted, "I know that Ozpin thrives off giving those around him false hope. That he lies and provides the illusion of choice, when in actuality there's only one truth," she smiled, "Truth be told, you and all Huntsmen and Huntresses are merely pawns, groomed by his lies to fight and die in a crusade against me." Salem placed her hands on Ragna's shoulders. He found himself unable to move, his rage briefly turning to terror as the witch, bringing her forehead to his, said, "Across all his lives, all his incarnations, he's tried to rally others to his cause, but many realize that same truth: I cannot be slain, and therefore, the quest is a hopeless one. They either die in despair, die against me, or see that the only path to their desires is through me."

"Sounds like they quit because it was convenient for them," Ragna snarled, wondering how many people this monster killed and manipulated throughout her existence. His anger against her flared back up, stronger than before.

"Perhaps," Salem shrugged and stood at full height, still holding him by the shoulders, "Humans can be frivolous and fickle. You claim I know nothing of your alleged friends, but how do you know they don't think ill of you for all the destruction you've unleashed? After all, you have no access to their thoughts at the moment. No true way of knowing how they feel about you. Can you truly claim with such a thing, my boy?"

Ragna's anger hit its peak at the question. Uncaring for Salem's immortality, he took advantage of her close proximity and punched a hole clean through her chest where her heart was. Salem, for her part, merely stepped back casually, letting his fist slide out of her chest as it instantly began healing. Salem let out an annoyed sigh again as Ragna's usual wrath at her was now coupled by something else. Something far more...consuming.

"Listen here, bitch," Ragna's tone was low, but anger bled off him in waves, "I don't care what you say, you don't know my friends. Not like I do," he clenched his fist, "And even if they hate me for what I did, that wouldn't change a damn thing. I'm never joining you," leveling a glare, his entire body coated itself in a pitch-black aura, "So mark my words, Salem. Even if I die doing it, I'm not gonna stop until you're gone from this world. Every fucking trace of you."

Salem looked down at him with exasperation evident in her eyes. "And here I thought you would have learned by now," Salem bemoaned before a rather prideful grin etched its way onto her face, "Still, frustrating as your drive is, I'll admit it's an admirable trait. One that we both share," stifling his disgust in being compared to her, Ragna watched as she looked behind him, "And congratulations are in order. You've summoned your first Grimm."

Huh? Ragna noticed the shadow looming over him and snapped back to face its source; an enormous Death Stalker rivalling the one fought at Beacon's initiation. He looked down and saw the dark aura slip back into him from beneath the Grimm. "I...I did it," Ragna said in disbelief, How did I- was all he had time to process, as he was suddenly batted aside by the scorpion's claw. His body slammed against the arena wall, leaving him in pain as he picked himself up and got out of the way of the beast's charge. Drawing Aramasa, he leapt over a tail lash and clashed against the stinger tail.

"Shit!" Ragna stared the Grimm down, "How the hell am I supposed to control this thing?"

"Is that what you're trying to do?" Salem asked with her arms crossed as if nothing interesting was happening, "Let me give you a word of advice: You can never hope to control Grimm."

"If I'm supposed to be the Black Beast, then why the hell can't I control it?" Ragna questioned as he dodged the incoming claw swipes, backflipping away from the Death Stalker.

"Because Grimm are destruction given form, much like you. Destruction can't be controlled, merely directed," Salem answered, "I'd be more than happy to teach you, provided you swear yourself to my cause."

"Not happening!"

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to stand alone."

Fine by me, Ragna glared down the Grimm as he charged it, dodging another claw swipe and driving Aramasa into one of its eyes. The Death Stalker backed up in pain, crashing into the wall behind it as Ragna pulled the blade out, using it to deflect on oncoming claw before a shadow loomed over him. He looked up and saw its tail was about to sting him, but thinking quick, he recalled how everyone fought this thing at initiation. Side-stepping the stinger, he grabbed it and leapt off the Grimm's armored back, jamming it into the ground. As the Death Stalker tried to free its stinger tail, Ragna swung Aramasa and hacked off the tip, causing it to roar in pain.

Before he could attack, however, the Grimm spun and Ragna saw its claw attempting to backhand him. He jumped over it like before, only to see too late that the Grimm lashed its tail at him, sending him flying away at high speeds and slamming into a wall. Ragna's body fell from the impact crater on its feet. Groaning, he checked his Aura and felt he was at just above half at the moment. A loud roar shook the arena and he saw the Grimm charge at him.

"Tch, bring it," Ragna held Aramasa with both hands and aimed its point at the beast, ready to meet it head on, but suddenly, a large blur stopped in front of him, revealing a giant of a man with long blue hair and a white coat he wore like a cape. "What the-?" Ragna wasn't able to get very far, instead watching as the man's fist collided with the Grimm, sending it flying out of the arena and into the stands. Dust and stone flew everywhere as the Grimm twitched and faded away.

"Pathetic," the giant said as he turned to Ragna, "You're supposed to be the Black Beast, but you can't handle a single Death Stalker?"

"And who the hell are you?" Ragna sheathed Aramasa, "Another of Salem's lapdogs?"

"Huh, first time someone hasn't recognized me. Either you're an idiot or lucky," he commented as if it was a fact of life. Ragna clenched his fist, ready to punch the asshole in the face.

"Now now, that's enough," Salem made her way over and stood between them. She turned to Ragna and said, "As for your question, this is Azrael, an associate of ours."

Wait, THIS guy's Azrael!? Ragna stared in shock and backed away a step. His master had told him stories of his encounters with someone of that name, how he was more monster than man with bloodlust and strength beyond measure. But he never learned what the monster looked like. While shocked and horrified that he was now meeting him face-to-face, it didn't surprise him that a psychopath like Azrael was working with Salem.

"Tell me, Salem," Azrael turned to the Grimm queen, "When will I face the Black Beast?"

"What!?" Ragna yelled. He was supposed to fight this guy?

"All in due time, Azrael," Salem answered before looking towards Ragna, "And to answer your question, Azrael seeks to fight the strongest foes that will give him a suitable challenge. He considers the Black Beast to be one such foe."

Ragna stared at Azrael, unbelieving of what he just heard. "No, no fucking way!" Ragna pushed his fear of the monster aside and glared at him, "I'm not gonna lose control just so you can get a good fight in."

"Don't remember giving you a choice, kid," Azrael snarled as he loomed over Ragna, "One way or another, I'm getting my battle with the Black Beast."

"Keep dreaming, cause I'm never gonna turn into that monster again," Ragna snarled back, both of them glaring daggers at each other as Azrael looked ready to slam a fist down on Ragna's head. Before Ragna could draw Aramasa, thin Grimm claws erupted from the ground, restraining the Mad Dog.

"That's quite enough," Salem calmly stood between them, "Azrael, as I promised, you will face the Black Beast in combat, but it will be at Ragna's discretion. Understood?"

Ragna looked at Salem in surprise before looking at the restrained Azrael. The Mad Dog snarled for several seconds before calming down, flexing to release his restraints as he grunted, "Fine. But I'm not leaving this castle until I get my battle with him. So, if you need me out there for anything, tough shit."

Salem didn't seem fazed, "That's quite alright. I'm certain we can make do without you for the moment," she turned to Ragna and smiled, "Besides, I'm sure I'll be able to convince him to grant you your battle. You should know by now that I can be quite persuasive."

We'll see about that, Miss "Illusion of Choice", Ragna glared at Salem and stomped out of the arena, its other occupants continuing a conversation that he refused to listen to. Maybe he should have, but he was too pissed at the moment.

Alright, where does this thing lead? Ragna saw an elevator door and entered, seeing a series of buttons to every floor of the castle. Heh, if Ruby were here, she'd hit every button in this thing, Ragna smiled at the thought. Half of him was almost tempted to do the same, missing his partner and old team. Sometimes it felt like this place was actively trying to drive him nuts, but thinking about them helped him stay sane. It still hurt, no doubt, given all the questions that swam through his head, but he'd rather put up with the pain and stay himself than shut it out and go crazy.

Putting that aside for a moment, he decided to check the lowest possible floors of the castle. Knowing about this thing would've helped a lot earlier, Ever since he started trying to form an escape plan, he'd been exploring each floor of the castle as best he could in-between sessions of trying to control his abilities. Partially it was to get a feel for his surroundings, but mostly it was to try and map out a quick escape route when he found the right time and circumstances to do so. Of course, the problem was the castle's gargantuan size. At this point, he was pretty sure he hadn't even mapped out a fraction of it, and he had to keep exploring the same floors multiple times to make sure they were burned into his memory. Still, Ragna reminded himself as the elevator went down, It's progress.

During the trip to the lowest point, Ragna leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, nodding his head along to the oddly catchy elevator music. He had no idea why the only elevator in this place bothered with a pretty solid piano piece, but he wasn't gonna complain. It eased off the boredom of the ride down and was actually pretty good, even though he'd admit to preferring hard rock music.

After a few minutes, the elevator dinged and opened, revealing a long hallway with no doors, only violet crystals serving as lights, like a lot of hallways in the keep. Though there was definitely something more ominous about this one. Maybe it was the lack of windows, or perhaps it was how the hall stretched onward, giving the illusion of having no end. Regardless, Ragna was spooked, but he wasn't going to turn back and map out another floor. His curiosity was peaked, and who knew? A potential way out of here could've been an underground passage. So, he walked down the hall for what felt like several minutes, eventually reaching the doors at the far end; both were as large and tall as the ones to the meeting room where he was introduced to the Grimm Witch's cabal.

"What are you hiding here, Salem?" Ragna pushed the doors open and walked in, entering a room that looked just a bit larger than the previous arena. Turning his head upward, he saw that the roof was far, far above, almost like he was in a silo of some kind. As he walked forward, he looked down to the floor, seeing that it was made entirely of a smooth, pitch-black glass. But upon further inspection, he saw something, and knelt down to get a better look.

"What the hell?" he gasped, seeing a figure deep within the floor; a tall warrior with long white silver hair done in a ponytail, his head covered by a faceless helm with two short horns. On his back was an odachi sword that rivaled him in height, and covering his entire body was white armor covered in crimson eyes, more specifically on the shoulders, hands, and feet. The eyes glared upward in perpetual rage, while the body was stuck reaching out to the surface from the bottom of this...this obsidian lake.

W-Who is he? Ragna wondered, feeling a mix of fear towards the prisoner as well as pity. He wasn't sure why he feared the frozen warrior, as he'd never seen him once in his life. Putting that aside for now, he felt his eyes wander around the room, landing on a set of crimson doors in a far-off corner. Letting his curiosity overtake him, he walked over to it, briefly looking back at the imprisoned knight. "Sorry," he said, "If I can find a way, I'll free you. But right now, I got my own shit to deal with." Ragna opened the doors, peering into another hall, this one lined with not only purple crystals, but also a number of weapons and objects on the right. As he traversed down the hallway, he gazed upon each one and took in their details.

The first was a set of eight large hand-cannons with red bayonet blades attached to each. The second was a four-pronged spear of a shimmering golden color with two shields at the side of its blade, made all the more eye-catching with how they seemed to float. The third was a large white blade with blue outlines that was several feet in length, its handle looking more like it was meant for a katana than a great sword. Upon closer inspection, however, Ragna noticed that what he thought was the blade was actually just an incredibly large sheathe. The fourth object differed in that it wasn't a weapon, but a necklace; a simple necklace of silver and gold colors with a cracked blue gem housed in its center.

This is...This must be a trophy room, Ragna realized as he briefly stared at the fifth and final wall ornament; a bronze battle-axe that could be shifted into a rifle. From the looks of it, the hybrid weapon seemed difficult to wield. Whoever it belonged to must have been one hell of a fighter, Ragna glanced up and saw that the weapon wasn't alone. Hanging above it was a white cloak, torn and shredded in a way that was downright haunting. It looked almost ghostly, which freaked him out all the more. Not helping matters was how much the cloak reminded him of Ruby's own. Shaking his head of the sudden terror he felt, Ragna kept moving forward until he noticed an empty doorway at his left. He looked into it and saw a set of stairs that led down into darkness.

"Huh, wonder where this leads," Ragna put a hand to Aramasa's hilt just to be safe and made his way down the steps. Unlike the hallways above, there was nothing to provide a light source, leaving him shrouded in darkness as his eyes slowly adjusted. Soon enough, he reached the final step and stood in front of a door; a simple, wooden door that wouldn't be out of place in a common household. With his curiosity now at its peak, he opened it without a second thought and looked down, seeing a locked wooden chest. Ragna raised an eyebrow at the oddness of it, given how the previous hall was lined with mementos taken from Salem's past victims. With how split off this thing was from them, the witch must have considered it to be of greater importance. Wanting to figure things out, he ripped the lock off and opened it, eyes widening as he pulled out its contents.

"It's a...a coat?" Ragna held the garment up. Sure enough, it was a crimson, long-sleeved jacket with padded shoulders and silver plating on the arms. Black straps with silver buckles were attached to the lapels as they wrapped beneath the arms, connecting to something on the back. Lastly, on the back were two red straps with silver tips on the ends; both of them hanging loosely from the jacket as the extended downward. Ragna wasn't sure why, but the more he looked at this thing, the more he felt some kind of connection to it. Almost like he'd seen it from somewhere before...

A blinding light surrounded every corner of his vision, eyes boring a hole into the figure before him; a tall man with short, wild white hair and emerald eyes. Adorning his body was a crimson coat, and in his hand was a large single-edged blade. Despite the different appearance, the boy recognized the man.

The boy snarled, ready to slash the man apart and devour his soul. For a moment, the man looked as if he was about to attack. But instead, he sheathed the sword behind him. He said something, but it went unheard, the boy's rage overwhelming him. As he lunged forward, claws bared, his father was suddenly pulled away, the light forcing him out. But as he was removed from the belly of the beast, the boy finally heard the man's voice, and the last thing he ever said to him.

"I'm sorry, my son."

Ragna blinked, a throbbing sensation in his skull as he clutched at his forehead. "Wha-What was..." Ragna stammered, "Was that really my..." he shook his head, "T-The Black Beast's father?"

But that doesn't make any sense! I saw what he looked like already! Ragna's mind swam in an effort to understand what was going on. If anything, the man in his vision looked more like...well, like him. Right down to having the exact same sword and-Wait, Ragna froze, remembering his talk with Luna back during Team RNJR's mission to Auburn Village, Was that Bloodedge?

Luna had said that the Aramasa belonged to him once upon a time, but that made even less sense. He was supposed to be an old friend of Jubei's, and if Ragna's past self in these visions really was the Black Beast, then they'd have to have happened thousands of years ago. Could his master have been that old? Then again, he'd met a vampire once, he'd turned into a monster and destroyed Vale, was staying in the keep of an ancient witch who commanded the Grimm, and learned in his stay here that Professor Ozpin was apparently capable of reincarnation. At this point, anything seemed...

"Oh gods," Ragna covered his mouth as a cold sweat traveled down his face. If Ozpin was a reincarnating warrior that had been fighting Salem for millennia, and if both the men in his visions claimed to be his father. "Is...is Ozpin my..." he couldn't finish his question. He didn't even know if he wanted to. But he kept thinking about it, and things just fell into place. Hell, with the way Ozpin carried himself and how he wielded Aramasa back in the Emerald Forest like it was literally made for him, it all made too much sense.

Wanting to put that aside for now, he looked at the coat in his left hand and held it up. He wanted to just chuck the coat back inside the chest and walk away from this place. But at the same time, he felt a stronger pull to take it along with him. He didn't know how to describe it, but something about the coat just seemed to resonate with him. Maybe it was the visions? If it really belonged to Bloodedge (and by extension his so-called father), then maybe it was a key to getting answers to these visions he kept having. Maybe he just liked the way it looked? It was a nice-looking coat in his opinion.

Putting his feelings aside, he took the coat and put it on, surprised to find that it was a perfect fit. For some reason, it almost felt like he was now...complete, wearing this thing. Ragna unsheathed Aramasa and looked at his reflection on the blade. Aside from his right eye, he was now the spitting image of the man in his vision.

Not sure what to make of this, Ragna sheathed the blade, feeling a weird combination of intrigued and off-put at the same time. Regardless, he shook off that feeling and made his way out. He'd have an easier time pondering these things back in his room.

"Hazel, what's the status regarding Mistral's Huntsmen and Huntresses?" Salem asked as the man in question followed behind her, Tyrian, Terumi, and Cinder in tow. The latter's associates, Emerald and Mercury, were currently in their quarters. Neither had developed the stomach for handling this place just yet, so they were trying to see as little of it as possible. Azrael had decided to remain in the arena, facing off against some of the most powerful Grimm they had available to stave off his boredom. As for Doctor Clover, he was putting the finishing touches on Number 13's holding chambers and was likely to continue with his experiments immediately after the fact.

"Our inside agent has informed us that most have been wiped out, but there are still a number of them," Hazel answered, referring to Lionheart, the cowardly fool, "We'll have to take care of them soon if we're going to retrieve the Azure from the academy vault."

Salem ignored Terumi's laughter, having heard it so often that it may as well have been background noise. Still, she could sense everyone else's annoyance with him. As they walked past the castle elevator, she said, "We'll handle them in due time. Thankfully, Ozpin's demise ensures that we won't have to worry about his interference for at least a few years," she turned to her cohorts, "A meeting will take place later to determine our next course of action. For now, keep watch on the White Fang and their current leadership. We need to ensure that we have their loyalty for when we move in on Haven." At everyone's nod (barring Terumi's eye roll), Salem smiled, "Good, you are dismissed for no-"

Suddenly, the elevator behind her cohorts dinged and opened up, Ragna walking out. "Ah, Ragna," Salem happily greeted, "How good of you to jo-" she froze when she saw what he was wearing. Over his black shirt and hakama, he wore a crimson coat. His crimson coat. Ozma's crimson coat. Anger enveloped her at the sight, made all the more palpable by Ragna's resemblance to his past life's killer. Not wanting to lose control in front of her underlings, she maintained a forced smile and asked, "Ragna, where did you get that?"

"Found it in your trophy room and I liked the way it looked," Ragna answered, crossing his arms as he glared at her.

"You look like a complete tool," Terumi grunted, clearly as annoyed with Ragna's increased resemblance to Ozma's past life as she was.

"For once, Terumi's right about something," Cinder agreed.

"Never asked for your opinion, assholes," Ragna turned, "Anyway, turning in for the night so don't-" Salem darted forward faster than anyone could blink, standing right in front of her son, "-bother me."

"Ragna," Salem began, "Kindly put that coat back where you found it. Now." She kept her voice as even as she could, but the terrified expressions of her underlings (sans Terumi, who seemed rather gleeful) made it clear that anger was rolling off her in waves. The floor beneath her cracked, and she felt a surge of magic emit from her right hand. She didn't want to physically batter her son into submission, but if he was going to be this difficult, then she'd put things back where they needed to be.

Ragna, for his part, stared at her in fear, seeming to consider her order as sweat dropped from his brow. But not a moment later, his gaze grew steely, and he replied, "No. I don't think I will."

"Ragna, you will do as I say right now or I will personally-"

"Salem, you told me that I could explore the castle however I wanted and that all its amenities are mine to do what I want with," he smirked and gestured to the coat, "Last I checked, this is an amenity of the castle. I can do whatever I want with it, and I want to keep it."

Salem's right eye twitched as the magic in her hand grew stronger. The floor cracked even further and was spreading to the walls. Terumi's chortle turned into outright maniacal laughter as everyone else slowly started to back away. Salem was about to strike as Ragna put a hand to Aramasa's hilt, but she stopped herself, realizing what was happening. She looked back to everyone as Terumi's laughter halted, slowly turning into a fit of giggles. Right now, she risked losing it in front of them with all the grace and poise of a whining child throwing a temper tantrum. Not the least bit the composed queen they feared and knew the consequences of defying. That, and it was clear the snake was getting so much satisfaction watching her lose it.

She looked back into her son's eyes and saw what he was doing. For a moment, amidst her anger was something else: Pride. Well played, my son. Perhaps there's more of me in you than Ozma after all, Salem chuckled and let her magic fade, "Very well then, do with the it as you please," she walked past him, but not before looking back as she said, "But Ragna, I'd advise you not to push your luck a second time."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, instead gliding past her underlings with all the grace she had previously. Thankfully, it was made all the easier by Terumi's look of disappointment, which she took satisfaction in. Still, her anger had not been quelled, and was slowly rising to the surface once more. As everyone was no longer in earshot, she made her way to the conference room.

It could always be rebuilt, after all.

It took a long time, but we finally have it.

Ragna, at long last, has his trademark crimson coat. And now you know why this chapter was called Coated in Crimson.

All the weapons in the trophy room are Legacy Weapons from the XBlaze series, which is a Visual Novel spin-off/prequel to the BlazBlue series. For those unfamiliar, the eight guns are Sword of Destruction: Kusanagi, the spear is Sealed Spear: Izayoi, and the giant katana in the broadsword shaped sheath is Signati Gladio Crystalis: Murakumo. Don't expect any of these to play a role in the plot though. They're just cameo appearances here. Probably doesn't help that I've never really played or seen any of the XBlaze games aside from looking up the tropes pages, so my knowledge on them is very limited.

The necklace, however, is from RWBY. More specifically, it's the necklace from Grimm Campaign that allows its wearer to command Grimm. It's not gonna factor into the story either and is also just a cameo. Hell, I showed that it's broken here, so it can't work anymore and is just a glorified trinket.

And lastly, if you've seen V9, you can probably tell who the axe/rifle belongs to. Then again, the cloak above it gives away that answer already.

Next chapter we'll be following up with the perspectives of Weiss and Blake (which, let's be honest, is long, LONG overdue), who are currently stuck under house arrest and on route to Menagerie respectively. See you with Chapter 82: Isolation.