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They arrived back to the UG Hideout, Trinity's arm was injured and unusable for now.

As they head downstairs, Jak still holding him for support, Torn had an angry expression plastered all over his face. "Trin," He heaved a sigh. "You are too reckless..."

Trinity groaned. "We both had this conversation countless of times, Torn." He leaned on the wall with his hand gripping his arm, "You've seen me in a much more terrible state than this... This, this is nothing."

"You didn't have to do that for me anyways, Trinity." Jak said, he had a roll of bandages. "Thanks for taking the hit for me..."

He crossed his arms, clearly unhappy. "Trinity, I'm removing you from the field- "

"No," His voice rose sternly. "Torn..."

He slammed his fists on the table, "Trinity! You deserve some kind of day off from missions, I will even have to restrict you because of your current condition!" He pointed at him and at the door when he finished his last parts of his statement. "I'm prohibiting you from going out, Metal Head hunting."

Trinity jolted in anger, "Prohibit?!" He sighed once again, "Torn... I'll head to the bunkers. The bandages." Jak handed him the bandages. "Thanks. Watch out for Krew and his men - DON'T. Kill them or anything!"

He was now bedridden just like Elise, "Great..." Trin sighed, wanting to go back into the field already. He had his coat taken off and his sleeve was ripped off also, when they examined his arm, it had purple veins and the spot where it was the most inflicted had a nasty glowing tint of Dark Eco on it. Its burning pain was now aching, thanks to the Green Eco numbing it.

He gripped his arm, it still hurts and irritated him, he grunted and muttered something incoherently under his breath.

He sat at his bed, grunting at the pain in his arm. 'Still complaining Trin?... That won't solve anything...' He looked at 'Queen', who was sleeping peacefully. 'I wonder...if Death is peaceful?... Is it?' He gazed at the Stradivarius. 'Moria?...' Being too distracted and unaware, someone was actually awake.

The silence engulfed the room, it was heavy and serene, it felt like the quietness of the room was actually a physical thing. But, the weighty silence did not match his heart full of burdens from his ghastly past.

Trinity sighed, exhausted and sleepy, he grabbed the gun and set it on his lap. "I may be talking to myself... but I want to believe that I'm talking to you..." He fooled around to compensate for his sadness. "It's a quiet night, isn't it?... So how's Death treating you? Maybe in the afterlife, you probably got ALL the drinks in the world - feeling sad huh? You'd probably go for a happy hour. Maybe getting that 'husband' of yours..." He laughed, but it was mournful. His lips formed a sad frown under his mask. "What does death feel like?... Is there even an afterlife?..."

He grabbed a cloth, not even noticing that someone was watching him.

"How long has it been since we've been together...?" Trin mumbled. "Five years... But.. the Dark Warrior Program... I don't know what to do honestly. Erol... Erol is a bastard at what he had done...to all of us... but.. he wasn't like that..." He shook his head, "I never told you this...but Erol... he's my best friend... He wasn't like that before..."

He polished the Stradivarius. "That Dark Eco is changing everyone around me..." He gazed at the gun, the metal part giving off a distorted reflection of him staring back. "Is it really too late to save someone like... Elise?... Revenge, that is what broke us all... I killed so many of my friends...even you. What do I do... am I really doing the right thing? Or is what I'm trying to prevent... have already consumed my remaining friends into this unrelenting world of darkness, where the Dark Eco lurks?" His tone soften to broken whispers, "Tell me...tell me!..." He clasped the gun, not knowing who or what to do or believe in anymore. He shook it with desperation. "No... I can't cry... only in the very end, is when it is time... For now...I have to be strong. For everyone."

'For him...' Trin thought...

"I don't want to be weak and be the reason why my closest pals have passed away... I can't... I need to be the guardian that everyone needs..." He looked at the light above them, it glowed drearily overhead.

The watchful person gazed at him, the light has shone through his mask's eye holes, they're shined and glazed with tears threatening to fall. They were a beautiful - almost - light blue eyes that are held with sorrow, they can bore through anyone's heart.

Their heart shattered, hearing everything Trinity was saying. 'He used to be friends with Erol?....She...the woman he mentioned before....did she die?....She must've meant so much to him...Well, I know I don't know much about him... but I know one thing for sure.' She thought, his sadness affecting her too... 'Trinity does nothing but look after others, judging by everything he does...He's so sweet and caring that I just can't find it in me to dislike him.'

"The only thing I have left of you... Your Stradivarius..." His eyes were fixed upon the polished weapon. "Reminds me of all the good times... but this... this gun..." He shut his eyes and turned his head the other way, trying to turn away from the memory. But it will always be there... "If only we've found The Oracle fast enough... but it was still my fault, no matter how many people tell me that I couldn't blame myself... I p-pulled the trigger!..." It took all of his might to stop himself from shedding tears. "Damn... why couldn't have been me instead?..." He faced upwards, as if begging to the Precursors. "Ugh... I hate this, I feel so pathetic."

*BANG!*

He bolted, his eyes wild and untamed. The gunshot was his imagination, but it was still so real, he could remember the final moments of him, Moria, and Torn. "Torn... he might be blaming on himself instead..." She flinched a bit from Trin's sudden twitch, she heard him breathing hard after that instant.

'He's hurt....No...He's Broken. Listening to him, I just wanted to cry as loud as I could. It's like I could feel the pain he was feeling in his heart. Torn never told me about this, does that mean it hurts him too? I wanna hug him. But I also don't...Damn it, for starters I should stop fake sleeping, but what if he gets mad because I was listening? Should I just pretend to be waking up? Yeah I guess that works...'

That eavesdropper pretended to move around and yawn as if she was waking up, Trinity didn't try to hide it. That thought of hiding your true feelings has never crossed his mind, not one second or bit. He sat there quietly, placing the gun on the wall.

"The saddest thing about betrayal..." She gazed at him with a tired look, "It doesn't come from your enemies... isn't that right, Queen?..." He scoffed. "It comes from your friends..."

She rubbed off the dust on her eyes. "The hardest part is watching someone leave you to die..." She said wistfully.

Trin nodded solemnly in a agreement, "What hurts the most, is that the one you care for... leaves you behind..." Trinity glanced at the gun. So did she.

Elise forced herself to tear her gaze from the gun and look up at him. She sighed softly and bit her lip, remembering seeing his eyes but not knowing if she would tell him or not.

"You feeling okay?..." She asked in a soft, whispering tone.

"I'm just... afraid that I might lose my friends from the Dark Eco..." Trinity woefully replied, his voice fragile compared to the last time he wasn't so downcasted.

She looked down at her leg, grumbling softly, "This is gonna hurt like hell..."

Elise slowly started to pull herself up with the bed frame, wincing at her wounded leg. "What are you doing?..." Trinity asked. She clenched her hands into fists when she fully stood on both her feet, making her way over to Trinity. Although she was limping enough to fall, she stood on her feet and continued to walk. "E- Elise?..." She mumbled a small 'ouch' under her breath each time she walked but she gave a nimble grumble when she finally reached Trin.

She leaned on the wall and used it to help her sit down beside him. Trinity was very confused and worried about her strange behaviors, his eyebrows scrunched up in immense perplexity.

"Speak of this to no one." She said quietly, but not exactly a whisper.

He stared, "What?..."

A pair of gentle arms softly wrapped around, her arms were sympathetic. "You aren't the only one in this world... that is burdened with grief and sadness..." Trinity stiffened, Elise hugged him. "I... I've heard what you said...all of it..."

"Death is the heartache no one can heal,

Memories are keepsakes no one can steal.

Beautiful memories are all we have left,

Of the ones we loved and will never forget.

Softly the leaves of memory fall,

Gently we gather and cherish them all.

Planted deep in memory's garden

And watered daily with tears,

Memory has a magical way;

Of keeping loved ones near."

Trinity recited a grieving poem...

As they were still, she felt another one's arms wrapping around her too, she felt the shaking, shuddering, and trembling. Because she was sobbing so hard, Elise couldn't catch her breath. His arms were around her as she cried on the nook of his neck, a drop landed on her - tiny dark circles splashed on her. "I've been beaten...betrayed... and tricked... even left for dead... but never once, did I weep, but this strange kindness you have offered me... has broke the wall, that held my tears for all these years..." She didn't have to look up, she knew. That he was crying too.  

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