Isak Euler had arrived at the Duma, completely unaware of his cousin's weak health at the time. He watched him go to struggle with going through the different topics, and with that the slow realization began to creep up on Isak's mind, that something was terribly wrong.
He first tried to dismiss it as exhaustion. Zygmunt, but the longer he watched Zygmunt, the harder it became for Isak to lie to himself. Zygmunt's voice had started to grow much weary, and his pauses stretched for far too long.
Isak's hand hand braced onto the booths railing while focusing on his cousin, but as Zygmunt began making his way out he would follow alongside his family. It was then he saw Zygmunt lay infront of the tree at the square of Belgrade, still and pale in the face For a moment Isak could only stare, but his mind kept refusing to accept the sight before him.
"Zygmunt?" He called out weakly, though there came no answer back, Zygmunt had passed on.
He froze for a moment, and his vision began to blur while watching Zygmunt lay still beneath the tree. His eyes began to tear up, though while he was sad, Isak understood that his cousin's time was up. "Rest in peace, cousin. All that you've done for our family, and all that you've done for Adria shall never be forgotten." Isak whispered to himself as he signed the lorraine, then led his niece away and back into the duma hall.