"You know, you should just forget all that and try to be friends with everyone."

"Hmm... I'm afraid it doesn't work that way."

"How come?"

"Because this is my punishment."

"For what?"

"For my sins!"

I couldn't get the conversation out of my head.

He had spoken with such a saddened expression, yet he still forced a smile. Did he really think that way? That no one would accept him because of his original? Sure, the other clones' originals may not have been responsible for a mass murder, but there still must have been some things that they weren't proud of, right?

Regardless, I was convinced that Hitler was the worst off at this school.

He was always alone, and whenever I asked someone about him they just replied with things like 'he likes to be alone' or 'he doesn't like to talk to people'.

I knew, though, that they were wrong.

He doesn't like being alone, in fact he hates it, but he has no choice. Because of his original's mistakes, he was left to shoulder the hate and the blame.

"Hey. What happens if a clone breaks from their original's work? Like Marie Curie did?" I asked lazily, trying to hide my curiosity.

Freud responded bitterly. "Why do you still care for silly little Marie Curie?" he scoffed, glancing up at me momentarily to catch my face flush and my weak glare before laughing at me.

"I-I'm not asking about it for her!" I barked back. Unfortunately, that got a few other students' attention.

"Then for who?" Napoleon asked, looking up from his game of cards. Ikkyu and Elizabeth did the same.

Damnit. I shouldn't have said that. "U-Uh... no one specific." I lied weakly, cursing myself.

Freud laughed again. "You really are a terrible liar, Shiro."

"Shut up!" I snapped again. Why did he bother me so much?

Napoleon put his cards down on the small table and turned around in his chair. "Don't tell me you're planning on helping Hitler?"

...Damnit. If there was anyone in the room that had drifted away from our conversation, they were listening intently now. Even Ikkyu, who had tried to sneak a peek at Napoleon's cards, seemed genuinely interested.

"Er..."

Napoleon sighed loudly, shaking his head. "I'm telling you, Shiro, you won't get anywhere socializing with him. He doesn't like—"

Something in me snapped at the beginning of another lie. I stood up, cutting him off by slamming my fist on the table and knocking the cards onto the floor.

"Yes he does! What he doesn't like is being alone... The only reason he keeps to himself is because he thinks he has no choice!"

Napoleon stared at me, shocked into silence.

"Calm down, lover boy. Your little friend has never been one for accepting freedom anyway." Freud sighed.

Elizabeth glared at him. "You really don't know when to keep your thoughts in your head, do you?" she hissed, having already been angry with him for events of the morning. The two started an argument shortly after. I glanced at Nightingale and, though she had been the only one who didn't speak, I could tell she was sincerely concerned.

"If no one tries, how is anyone supposed to understand him...?" I muttered under my breath, leaving the room and closing the door behind me. I heard Napoleon finally regain his senses and shout my name after I left, but I didn't turn back.

...Why had I reacted so badly? I didn't know that I was that sensitive to the topic... Of course, Freud did not help. Not at all.