(A/N: No longer sick and took a couple of days off from this story, I did pump out chapters like a madman when I was sick so I decided to chill a little)

I was sitting in the Control Room, pondering about something that involved both E.G.O and abnormalities, sure I can seemingly connect to E.G.O through emotions and guide them, but I feel like I could do more. E.G.O is the borrowed power of abnormalities, so if I mastered E.G.O... I'll get better insight about these mysterious beings.

I'm talking about Symbiosis based on emotions, rather than just guiding the feelings E.G.O gives out, I wish to try to empower them with my own and create a link between man and abnormality, and in that create a bridge to both understand abnormalities better and uncover whatever the company is keeping hidden.

All of that is VERY dangerous for obvious reasons. For example, the fact that I have been going against everything that is believed about E.G.O and literally letting their emotions run rampant. If this is to be found out by the Manager or any Sephirah... yeah safe to say it would be bad, and the dangers of E.G.O themselves.

Not to say about the implications of Angela knowing of Malkuth's issues and willingly looking past them for some reason unknown to me, and that thing Tiphereth M said to me... who was he referring to? I'd like to say their creator, but my gut isn't accepting that as an answer.

Right now I should focus on what I can do, which means after today's work is over, I'm going to practice on my E.G.O theory and hopefully not die in the process.

I just pray that my team doesn't come asking for those lessons I offered today...

Having another hour before work comes, having time for my own thoughts is always welcomed, it helps with my ever-increasing list of worries that seems to pile up like extra hours at work.

My eyes perked up, and I glanced at the door, meeting Angela's eyes, and I quirked an eyebrow. She always walked around the hallways collecting reports from the Sephirah, only after work hours were done, this isn't her usual routine, that much is obvious.

She walked with her hands clasped under her stomach, a position that she almost always maintains while walking, and took a seat right next to me, yeah obviously not her usual self.

"From where does this ever-growing worry of yours comes from?" I blinked at her... very blunt question, something tells me she isn't used to small chat if that is what she started the conversation with, also a lack of tact is noted...

Not that I'd let that get to me, "That's just because I shove my head where I shouldn't too much, usually because of my endless need to help people." I stated, wondering where she wanted to go with this.

She threw me a glance and for the first time, I couldn't place whatever emotion she was feeling, probably because too many of those flashed through her eyes that made it hard to understand, "Is there really any point to it? You can blink, and they would be gone, the life of others is a fickle little thing that can be crushed without your opinion in the matter taken into account, I believe what you are doing is a waste of time." I stared at her for a moment.

And laughed, her eyes almost looked offended, so I quickly coughed and took a deep breath, "Sorry... that's the weirdest way someone has told me they are worried about me." She looked stupefied at my words and ACTUALLY huffed.

Oh boy, no one is ever going to believe that, "That's hardly a cause for concern, I just can't overlook such a way of life where someone would genuinely look at the needs of others before their own, it's just illogical." My eyes stayed on her and I threw her a small smile.

"Maybe you are right, to be completely honest, a life of the 'selfless hero' is all about contradictions. Saw a guy lived through that and to be fair... if my path takes me to the same place, I'd crack like a mirror. There are various types of pain, Angela... but being betrayed by your own ideals? That can break people in seconds."

If there was one thing that hit me like a truck when watching Fate/Stay Night, is that no matter what you do, if the world decides to tell you that you are wrong, it would do so in a very cruel and ironic manner.

Angela stared at me for a couple of seconds, "That is something... that I can agree with, your highest dream and aspiration being distorted in front of your eyes without being able to do anything but to watch is simply cruel and heartless." I gave Angela one glance.

So that's what this is all about, I doubt she wanted me to figure it out.

I don't have the details, but her beliefs betrayed her, no wonder she seems so detached from everything, that would also explain why she wouldn't care about Malkuth's mental state. Trying to help, knowing it's pointless, is an overbearing feeling that I can get past only from pure stubbornness.

Not everyone can be that stupid.

I'll keep those thoughts to myself, "I like our talks Angela, it's great to talk with someone that doesn't have an over-exaggerated view of me, the only ones that do that are my team, Beth and you." Clerks can be a bit like fangirls... and that scares me a little bit.

Angela blinked a couple of times but went back to her usual blank face and tried to hide a very small smile under a frown, "I'm capable of giving praise when it's needed, there is no reason to put so much value on actions that aren't done to benefit the company." And now you are lying to me, Angela, you must hate this company more than anyone else in the building.

She suddenly got up and started walking away, "I must prepare for work, I suggest you do the same, goodbye Trigger." I smiled a little and got off the chair while stretching my back.

"Later, Angela. I'd wish you luck, but I think you wouldn't want it." She threw me a glance over her shoulder but didn't answer, that girl... has a lot more story behind her than I thought.

Better go meet back with the Control Team, there is much to do today after all.