"I- I'm scared... I w- want t- to go home..."

"You aren't alone. Don't be scared..."

Trinity had his eyelids snap open, he found himself breathing heavily again. Those fragmentations of his dreams kept creeping back from the deepest parts of his mind whenever he was vulnerable, it haunts him like a long, deadly shadow following behind Trin. He had no solutions and answers to keep it back, sealed away forever. Trinity wanted to forget.

Once he got himself unstuck from the bed, with his laziness slowing him down, he forced himself to the restroom for a refreshing shower. His feet protested from being extremely sore, his limbs felt sluggish every time he wakes up for another tiring day - just to get bombarded with missions.

He proceeded to the restroom and locked it, he took off his mask as his eyes were fixated on the mirror of his reflection. It showed a soldier with bags under his eyes, his eyelids were half glued shut with the sleep dust, and it reflected someone who is tired of all this mess. He couldn't smile, even if he wanted to or had a reason to...

'Things changes us...'

After doing the usual before you take a shower, he turned the knob, the water drops pelted him like rain. Tatters of his dream still lingered in his mind, 'Am I really doing the right thing?...' He asked himself, wanting an answer, but had nothing. He thought over and over again of everything that has led up to his life - to where he is now. He hated being doubtful along with confusion, it just made him more frustrated.

He finished his shower and put his gear on and made sure he equipped his mask, the shower was a wake-up call for him, at least, that is what he uses it for; excluding the hygiene obviously.

As he thought of the victims, it made him cook up an interesting question in mind...

'If that encounter... No, there has to be more, there always is. I need to check, there has to be records... Who was that?...'

His hair was sopping wet, at least they have water because of the Pumping Station's main valve being activated by Jak and Dax.

Torn was probably tearing his hair, or himself, inside out from planning and running the UG. He doesn't seemed to be as irritated as before, he was throwing some darts at the Baron and Erol on the wall.

(Torn Concept Art)

"Hey, Trin," Trinity leaned on the table, Moria's Stradivarius at his side. "I don't have any missions for Jak and that annoying rodent of his," He threw the dart, hitting the Baron's eye right on the pupil. "I want you to keep them busy. You can do whatever with them, just don't cause any trouble for us."

"I can't promise you on that." Trinity replied. "I'm going there again."

Torn sighed and laid the rest of the darts on the table, "Tell me..." Trinity looked at him, feeling uneasy about him, "Are you really doing this... for those people?" He paused, which made Trin have a guess... "Or are you doing this because of her? Because of your mistake?" His eyes widened...

He couldn't say anything.

He just stared at the maps, as if it was suddenly interesting.

"It wasn't your fault, Trinity." His voice became soft.

He looked up at Torn, who had a face of sympathy. "It... It is. It is my fault Torn... Things would've been so different... I- I could have..." His voice died mid-sentence.

He approached Trin, who was fighting back tears. They were threatening to fall, but it never did, he has never cried. "You can't keep blaming it on yourself. Things...that we would want to change...just happens. You had to do it," He continued. "And I owe you my life... Do you know why I became part of the Krimzon Guard?"

Trinity didn't utter a word, he just nodded a 'no'.

"I joined the KG because I was forced to. If someone threatened your family, you would have done the same thing." He placed his work-worn hand on his shoulder, "Don't make it harder for yourself."

A moment of quietness filled the atmosphere between them, neither of them had said a single word as seconds go by. Guilt. Guilt was all Trin felt, it was a horrible feeling to be faced with.

"Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion to death..." Trinity ripped his gaze from the ground. "Isn't it, Torn?..."

He nodded woefully.
Guilt was something they both know - too well.
Too much for their own good.

Trin left without saying anymore.

He peered at Moria's gun in silence.

And picked it up with both of his hands slowly, he stared at it quietly. His hands fidgeted little with sadness, 'Why?... Snap out of it...' He shook his head. 'You have work to do. You can't mess up this time.'

He wrote a note and placed it on the main table, "For Jak." He informed Torn.

He walked outside, the sky was still dark, it magnified the city's gloominess and depression of gray. Towering and looming over, the buildings of concrete and stone matched the mood of broken citizens in Haven City. It probably looked just as devastated as Dead Town, just without that feeling of the spirits that had died and suffered there, where the air is thick with the lingering sense of people's agony and misery.

In Dead Town, rumors say that: "If you stay there long enough, stay still, and listen intently to the wind's whispers... Especially on the exact day where that section fell to the treacherous claws of the Metal Heads... You can hear what the winds carry and chatter in the air... The screams of the dead..."

He resumed heading to his intended destination, he looked at the Zoomer parked near the Hideout, it was a modified KG Zoomer. There was a piece of paper taped to it, he ripped it off and read.

"I saved it for you!"

-Tess 

(Tess Concept Art)

He threw the paper at the ditch, turned on its engines, and zoomed out of the dead-end alley. Eager to go to the meeting point...

(Now to Jak's side...)

Jak gotten himself ready and went to Torn, expecting him to tell him something. Daxter had his fur scrubbed when he took a relaxing shower, he leaped and stayed perched on Jak's shoulder, his fuzzy feet a bit wet. "Now the ladies will love my beautiful pelt even more!" Jak rolled his eyes...

Jak asked as he walked closer. "Have anything for us?"

"Now that you're up, Trinity left a note for you." He pointed to the neatly folded paper lying there as he flipped his dagger out of boredom. "I don't have a mission for you right now, but he does." Jak took it and scanned through. "Now go, I can't stand that rat of yours...." He grumbled, the ottsel was sneaking around to yank one of Torn's pistols out and play with it. Torn pointed his blade at him... "Grrrrrrrrr...."

"Woah... heh, easy there tattoo boy....hehehe..." Daxter backed off too much and fell off of the table, his face making a 'splat'.

"Why would Trinity want to go to there as a meeting point?" Jak inquired as he kept the note.

Torn stabbed his knife down, startling Daxter as he glared at him the whole time. He turned his eyes on Jak. "I don't know, if it doesn't say it on the note, then Trin will tell you."

"Why can't he just use his Communicator?"

Torn warned and snarled, "That's too dangerous." Jak backed off. "The Baron can track our messages since all of them uses KG frequencies. Not only that, once they catch you, they'll track you, and discover our Hideout." He put his finger on Jak's chest as he explained to him as if he was living under a rock.

"Wonderful!" Daxter commented, "More insane, hotblooded Krimzon Guards are going to find us and shoot us until were riddled with bullet holes! Just wonderful!"

Torn crouched and lashed as he leered at him, if looks could kill, this would certainly turn him into a red paste on the floor, and it would be hard to scrape it off. "You're. Getting. On. My. Nerves..."

"Dax c'mon, we need to meet Trin." He basically saved his skin from Torn, he left, Dax wiped his forehead and silently expressed his sense of relief.

Jak wanted to get his mind off of Trin's admittance. Trinity told him so much about him, Moria - multiple things. Yet, he was still a vague character, Trinity's mysteriousness and mask has just made his curiosity bigger.

He thought on Trin's words...

"...I don't want you to end up like what happened to Moria."

'Moria was a prisoner like me... But she wasn't resilient as I was...'

"And, you aren't from this timeline. Being sent here... becoming a weapon... having only your best friend - the one thing you have left... You are one of the only few that I've got also."

'How does Trinity know I'm from somewhere else?...'

Then, came his words about what ruined Trin...

"Don't thrive on revenge. Not matter how hard you try, getting revenge not only turns you into a true monster in the end - it ruins other people's lives, people who are close to you."

'Keira...Samos...Dax... Everyone...'

"I have learned that the hard way."

'What does he mean?... What really happened to him?...'

"I don't blame you for being dubious of me, and one more thing... Don't be mournful because of me. That was my fault, I didn't listen, and that ruined me."

'You wanted revenge...'

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