Ana sighed as she entered the training room. She was surprised to see Arach poking around in the mechanics. "What are you doing?" Ana touched his shoulder, and he jumped up. "I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry."

"You didn't." He pulled away, replacing the panel.

"…How did you get in here?"

"The door was unlocked." Ana frowned at the obvious lie. *He is a poor liar.*

"The door closes automatically, and is always locked." Arach winced. "You are a bad liar."

"So people keep telling me…The guy who wears a cowboy hat?"

"Jessie McCree." Ana explained. *There's no way a child snuck past him. He can't hide, but not many people can hide from him.* "You're not in trouble, as long as you didn't change any settings."

"No, just looking around. He was leaving, and I blocked the door open. You all spend a lot of time in here, so I was curious."

"We train here. Where is your sister?" He shrugged, looking at the ground. "What is she doing, then?"

"…She wanted some answers, so she's snooping around somewhere. I don't know where exactly, but I think it's in the cafeteria. She's not in trouble either, right?"

"Depends on who finds her first, actually. Let's go." Ana grasped Arach's arm, pulling him along. "How long have you been snooping?"

"A few days…" Ana squeezed his arm.

"Stop lying. It's a bad habit for people who aren't good at it." He winced again.

"The day after we got here. So…8 days?"

"Yes. You said she's likely in the cafeteria?" Arach nodded as they entered the eating hall. McCree was sitting there playing a card game, and Ana said, "Come here, McCree." He stood, frowning in mild worry.

"Howdy, ma'am. What can I do for ya'll?" Ana grabbed McCree's ear. "OW!"

"Next time you let a child in the training room, stay with them."

"…You found out, then…" Arach frowned.

"He didn't let me in, I snuck in."

"Yeah, and I almost didn't spot you. You're good at sneaking, but I knew you were there, pal." McCree rubbed Arach's head. "I will, ma'am. Sorry."

"Do you know where his sister is?" McCree frowned, rubbing his beard.

"She was here a couple minutes ago. Soon as she saw me, she was gone faster than a fox in the woods." Arach frowned, asking in confusion,

"…Is that fast?"

"Yes." Ana said, looking at the tired-looking cowboy. "You're not drunk again, are you?"

"Haven't had a drink in 5 days…" He smiled. Ana frowned, looking over the cowboy. His hands were shaking, and his eyes looked bloodshot. She smiled. *Alcohol withdrawal signs.*

"Good job, Jessie. Have a nice lunch." He shrugged, yawning, as Ana pulled Arach along. "Did your sister have any particular people she was interested in?"

"The purple-blue lady. She stopped to look at us when we went to the cafeteria, but didn't say anything. She was asking people about her room a few days ago." Ana cursed quietly in Arabic, speeding up on her way to Widow's room. She found Mortica panting outside, with a blank-faced Widow having a knife to her neck.

"Do not enter my quarters again." She said evenly, looking the terrified girl in the eye.

"S-sorry…" Widow withdrew the knife, looking Ana in the eye. Ana was shocked she had threatened a child. Widow looked at Arach.

"The same goes for you." He nodded with a gulp, and Widow entered her room. Mortica hugged her brother, breathing deeply.

"Oh…she's scary…"

"Are you alright?" Mortica nodded. Ana noticed she had something in her hand. "What is that?"

"It's a drawing from Alice." Ana believed her until her eyes darted to her brother. Ana smiled, kneeling in front of the girl.

"You are a lot better liar than your brother. Show me." Mortica complied, revealing a black and white ultrasound. Ana's eyes widened. "Where did you find this?"

"In her room…"

"I'll give it back. Go to your room, now." The twins looked at each other, but nodded in compliance. Ana knocked on Widow's door. There was no reply. She sighed, knocking louder. Still no reply. "I know you are in there, Amelie."

"I have no interest in talking to you."

"I have something of yours." The door opened, and Widow looked Ana in the face. She locked onto the ultrasound.

"…The girl took it. Impressive." She took it back, and closed the door again. Ana frowned. *Why would she keep a picture of the ultrasound?* She walked to the twin's room, and heard them talking to each other.

"Arach, it was an ultrasound of twins."

"A lot of people have twins, Mortica."

"I think she's our mom."

"A mass murdering sniper whose purple is our mother? I'd rather not think that's right."

"And the man who has the skull mask he never takes off?"

"The one who knew our birthdays?"

"Yeah. I think he's our dad." Silence fell in the room.

"…Sure, Mortica. Don't you recognize them from the holo-vids? They're criminals: they kill people for fun, not even a living. I'd rather them not be our parents."

"You think I want them to be? I don't want to be related to murderers. But everything we've seen says they are, and you can't ignore that." Ana heard the hurt in Mortica's voice, and Arach's stubbornness in his statements of denial.

"I can, and I will."

"Arach, we've spent our entire lives looking for our parents, trying to figure out why they left us at an orphanage. Now we can ask them."

"Ask them? Mortica, she threatened to kill you! The guy avoids us: every time I've stepped in the same room as him, he walks off or ignores me! I know you want to have parents, but they're just killers."

"You can't just avoid the things you don't want to face! This is you trying to run away all over again!"

"...I'm taking a walk. Love you, sis."

"…Love you, too, and be safe." Ana stood to the side, letting Arach walk past her. *These poor children have no idea what's happened…* He paused, looking at the older woman.

"…It's true, isn't it?" Ana nodded in affirmation. "Of course." He stormed off.