The sun was beginning to set when the group went out. John, Saki, and Lobelia had been staring keenly at the android since she had blurted out her first word.

It was very similar to the reaction of parents towards their babies learning something new.

Aware that the three were staring, Metanoia brushed their presence off to appreciate the village she was in. Birds hummed a song forgotten to humanity, trees shone different hues of green, albeit the grey skies. Which sadly, colors weren't extremely vivid. At the least, the sight was slightly breathtaking, compared to her first impression on the world outside Hugo's putrid compound.

"Metanoia, are you done taking in the view?" Saki pokes at her with a smug grin. "I know it's incredible, but it's going to get dark soon and we'll have to head inside! It's dangerous out at night..." The cyborg spoke with a ghastly tone.

"Aren't you only saying that because you're scared of the dark?" Lobelia's hand crept it's way up to Saki's shoulder, a wicked smile etched on her face.

"No! And don't touch me like that, it's creepy."

"Oh I'm the creepy one?"

"Yes! Now let's get going!"

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The pungent smell in the air which would stir the insides of even the dead was nothing to the war angel. Kismet from the moment she left to complete her order has been searching through the skies dusk till dawn without a stop. Orders are orders, and killing was her satisfaction.

To deliver salvation.

Sometimes she would think, "Shouldn't I have been the one the humans praised?"

Dusk after over a week of searching, past many foul lands much laid surrendering to the crippling waste, the angel who comes with wrath and order notices the rather fresh looking village in the distance.

And four walking subjects.

Kismet was stunned, and followed the walking group with her eyes. Metanoia, a cyborg, and two very clearly- humans.

There was nothing uploaded in her database that mentioned of a group or even a single person alone existing outside of Hugo's vicinity. She had just about everything, and everything vital uploaded to her database much unlike the very under equipped Metanoia.

Everyone was either in the vicinity, or dead. No in betweens.

The war angel was conflicted, unsure whether to just attack, or report to her creator.

"I could simply just attack and be done with it, for that is my will. But if I were to be rash and disregard possible outcomes, there is a great chance I would upset my creator."

With the thought, she turned her attention away from the group and decided to retreat.