Arima took Isa to one of the military vehicles camping at a safe spot. Their walk was quiet, Isa's sobbs the only sound in between them. She was led inside the truck and then Arima left without a word. Isa was then alone with a middle-aged man that sat in front of many screens that displayed the streets where the war was taking place. There were always shadowy figures of humans and ghouls on the screen, running and fighting for their lives. Voice reports blared through the speakers about updates, deaths, and sometimes, even last messages before a soldier got cut off by a terrifying scream of death. Everything was so gloomy-even the greenish light from the screen that illuminated insides of the truck was nothing but eerie.

Isa sat at the back on a seat, head down, thinking about all the things that had happened in her life-all the things that were taken away from her-and all the things she regretted. She almost couldn't believe it.

"So. who're you?" The man sitting at the front suddenly asked her, continuing to observe through the cameras.

"My name is Isa...Isa Takano, sir," she replied quietly.

"Isa, huh?" He paused. "Seems you saw some things that you did not want to ever see, isn't that right?" He slightly turned his head an angle towards her, but when Isa didn't answer, he focused back on the screen and sighed. Isa stared at her hands, which were balled into fists-she was trying not to cry, but tears were already forming in her eyes.

The man sighed again. "What was a young lady like you doing out in the streets in the night? Especially today? Didn't you hear all the announcements days before?" He asked.

Isa squeezed her hands even harder. Why didn't she know? She asked herself. A tear dropped onto her thigh.

When the man noticed her crying, he awkwardly shifted in his seat, clearly feeling uncomfortable. He grunted and muttered sounds a couple times as if he was trying to distract himself. Finally, he broke the silence. "You were lucky to survive this time-just be more careful next time… And with all the things you might have seen today, as time passes, you'll slowly forget about it."

Isa's sobbing became louder then. "It's my fault my friend died," she said between sobbs. "She died for me-because of me, and it's all my fault." She hung her head low, wiping away her tears and sniffling.

The man rose from his chair and went beside Isa, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I was a former soldier, and if your friend truly died for you, then I guarantee that your friend, was truly a friend that loved you. All you can do now is be thankful and alway keep your friend in your heart, but don't let that fog you from the life you have to continue living."

Isa nodded, looking up at him. "She...was a ghoul and...my only friend."

The man was taken aback. He stared into her eyes, shocked. "Is that so?" He asked, then walked back to his seat after staring absentmindedly at a wall.

A couple hours past. Isa sat all the way through, pondering about many things. She asked the man how the raid was going, and he sounded very pleased when he said they had the upper gain and were slowly driving all the ghouls out, killing them. Isa might have been against ghouls exterminations, but after thinking long and hard about ghouls and humans for the past couple hours, she accepted the fact that ghouls and humans were different in their own way, yet in some ways the same. They could most likely never coexist, or if one day they did, there would still be many who disagreed to coincide. It was just a part of life.

After a while, Isa and the man got into a conversation about Aogiri. She was told that there was One-eyed King that ruled over them. Many had died from the One-eyed ghoul the past years in previous fights-but the man said that they were completely prepared to take him down-that it was absolute.

One eye… She wondered about it, fascinated.

It was almost early morning, and Isa couldn't believe how much time had past. She decided to step outside to get some fresh air. The sky was a dark blue, and the chill of early morning swept through the wind. The air smelled terrible from all the explosions.

Leaning her back on the vehicle, she wondered just how much hatred consumed someone to make them make an organization like Aogiri. She closed her eyes and thought-all the way back to Eto and her-everything that they did together. What did she want from her? Why did she do all those things? Her memories went back to the book she'd received-everything that happened in the story. Then, Isa caught onto something.

"I was born alone. There is no hope. All this time I was pulling the strings with my fingers to lead you to a glimmer of hope. If there is one… Will you realize before it's too late? That it's just a game? I laugh internally at the thought. So miserable."

That was the last paragraph in the story. It were meant-for her. Isa. Pity clutched her heart as she remembered Eto saying that she never met her mother. Maybe she never experienced love-maybe that's what's made her corrupt.

Staring into the distance as the sky became lighter, Isa's spotted someone on the top building-the building that Isa and Tatara would sightsee from.

Is it really him?

Is he a part of Aogiri too…?

I want to know more.

I want to know the truth.

She stared at the figure.

I have to go talk to him…