An Assassins Wonder Egg Priority.

Maybe that's the difference between life and death.

It was morning by the time Henrietta and Jose had come back from their trip, and from what Triela heard it sure got heated. "Apparently, Henrietta pulled a gun on herself in-front of Jose" Jean said as he walked the girl towards the school-wing of the facility. "What was her end goal? Why do such a thing?" Triela voiced, but her efforts went ignored as Jean continued walking. Sighing as she recalled the memory, Triela sat down in her chair as she looked at Henrietta sleeping in her bunk bed, her gun right beside her: Triela didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone with it, but she knew it was empty either way.

"How did Elsa die?" Triela demanded as she stood in-front of Jose, who had a stunned yet frowned face. "Henrietta figured it out and I had my suspicions.." Jose claimed as he picked up a shot of scotch and downed it in seconds, "She understood that Lauro wouldn't love her, so she killed him. And she also couldn't live with herself since she killed him.." Jose stopped speaking, only motioning his hand as to indicate that Triela could figure out everything else by herself. She was a smart girl. "It's weird Jose, I feel bad but none of the other girls do.." she whispered upon remembering that memory as-well.

Elsa wasn't a bad girl, she was newly conditioned and hadn't made any friends so of-course she was cold and rude to everyone, but when she was with Triela she was a little bit softer, they were close in age, Elsa being fourteen while Triela was sixteen, but Elsa had found herself gaining a weird feeling in her butterfly filled stomach whenever the two were close. "I remember that time, the time we talked and Henrietta was watching us closely — because you intimidated her, she was such a coward" Triela spoke to only herself as she walked out of Henrietta's shared room with Rico.

"I don't understand. Why I feel so weird. It's not the same feeling that I have with my handler, it's more pure feeling, not as complex" She said to herself as she walked down the echoing outside hallway, holding her gun, seemingly going to practice by the range. "But it cannot be love because I can only love my handler, even though he too will not be able to love me back" Triela said as she climbed up the roof, standing above the agency's dorm rooms. "I understand now, I think" She put the gun up to her eye, staring down the barrel wasn't as scary as she thought it'd be.

It was dark, and her other eye saw the sun and the sky, one was cold and the other felt the heat of the environment. Maybe that's the difference between life and death.

"Triela, I'm missing my pistol. Do you know where it is?" A short, blonde female said as she also climbed up the roof, her blue eyes meeting Triela's with a smile. "Yeah, sorry I had to borrow it for a minute, here you go" Triela said as she handed it to Rico, who was confused but smiled anyways. 'I have no intention of killing myself, I'm scared to die even if it'll inevitably happen' she thought as she patted Rico's back, who gratefully thanked her for her gun back. 'I just wanted to see what Elsa saw when she..' Triela couldn't think anymore, she had saw the pictures of the crime-scene, Elsa's brain splashed everywhere, along with her blood, and one of Elsa's eyes remained open whilst the other was tore apart, you could tore up remains on the grassy ground.

"I just wonder.. would I be capable of killing myself if it was for Hillshire?" Questioning herself wasn't a good look, but as she sat on the roof with her blonde hair blowing, it was the only thing she could say. She'd imagine Henrietta would say "Well I will if I have to..Of course I would!" But question herself later, Rico would say "I don't really want to die, but if it's for Jean then most definitely" and she'd stick with that answer. "I just don't get it!" She yelled in the sky, gaining the attention of everyone around her. Why was she always in the middle? She can't decide if she'd live or die, she can't decide what she is to Hillshire. Does she love Elsa or feel Indifferent to her?