The 'search' for Malkuth couldn't have come at a more interesting time, while witnessing another confrontation between the amnesiac X and the... interesting Trigger would be a joy, there was still work for me to do.

The stroll towards Malkuth's location could be called boring, but there was something or rather someone giving me ample information to pass the time with, the impossibility that walked these hallways with too much worry on his head and smarter than most would give him any credit 'Trigger'.

I had already tried to get any information on him, but all attempts were quickly thwarted by an unknown. Hokma himself had no clue about him, and he wasn't connected to the TT2 protocol like all employees and there was no actual DNA on him to look into, he was put in here and someone wanted him to stay.

There was only one place that could out-rank her in the facility. Keter was a place unknown to me and from there Trigger must have come, or the Sephirah of that department sent him... only guesses as to why he is here.

She should have taken care of him a long time ago, yet he simply gave no reason or opportunity to feasibly do that without looping back again. Trigger had wormed himself through pure stubbornness and willingness to help.

That kindness wasn't faked, and it didn't make him stupid. He knew quite well that he has been taken advantage of but still keeps that mentality simply because he likes it, and all of these facts paled in comparison to his reaction when he first met me... even if my own reaction couldn't have been called normal.

He was everything I wanted him to be and what B thought of him, yet clearly, a different person with his own thoughts and ideas. I couldn't help but yearn that my creator could be like that, even if just a second, a ridiculous notion but one I couldn't help but picture in my mind.

I was still curious even after that interaction, I needed to know more about someone that could so readily help simply because he enjoyed it, that wasn't normal.

Not even the woman I was based on could throw themselves into the abyss and hope to grow wings, but he did. His eyes showed how far he will go and how much it would hurt to fail.

And even if he wore his heart under his sleeves... he didn't show everything, he had confided that above all else he worried all the time by the vague thoughts of failure coming to him and how his own ideal may be his own end.

Maybe the scariest part about him was his ability to read people. I noticed his eyes and he knew how I was feeling even if I had years of experience to hide my emotions from others, yet he looked through it in seconds.

A terrifying ability.

Along with his interactions with the Abnormalities which are... vexing to watch, there is only so many times you can see a man take a leap of faith before it becomes annoying and Trigger had managed to put himself at risk more than he should have been able to in 5 days.

And his newest surprise had come with him managing to simply talk down Malkuth with the barest of information, while figuring her out like as if he was reading a book, or that is what would have been had he used said information with ill intent.

Trigger wanted to help Malkuth realize her own faults by herself, which... shouldn't be possible. Whatever A needed, the Sephirah for the manager should instigate their fears and help them, for whatever reason? I wasn't sure, but it should be like that.

Sadly Trigger didn't play by the rules, Malkuth has never simply disregarded her work even when doing horrible attempts at her designated position, yet Trigger had caused something to change.

That shouldn't be.

Malkuth had holed herself in the same room she used to dispose of bodies, no matter what her problem was she needed to go back to her position... I blinked at the image my eyes perceived.

The Sephirah of the Control Team was simply standing there, staring at the bodies without moving at all. Her notepad was nowhere to be seen, and her body tilted slightly when I entered, she noticed my arrival, "Angela, isn't it funny that as much as you want to forget your own faults, they have an ironic way to come back to you?" Her voice had none of the usual energy she displayed, while I tried to think of any reaction she may have had similar to this one.

Yet none could compare, this was... new, "I'm not here to talk about whatever troubles you, the manager has asked for your presence." I was sure my usual responses would be enough to make her listen, yet she didn't even flinch, still staring down at the bodies with horrid nostalgia.

"They all have my face, every time I send one of them to their inevitable death... I saw my face, but I always thought it was a minor malfunction at work, that would never be me... but I was wrong, as usual." Malkuth had gone the deep end, but putting her back on her place shouldn't be too hard, and she would be disposed of along with this loop... how disappointing.

Malkuth turned around, and I frowned, I have never seen that on a Sephirah before... her body twisted and churned releasing black flesh slowly and twisting her form slightly, yet her single eye was completely lucid, "I can't go back, not on this... Carmen wouldn't have wanted any of this, I didn't want others to go out as I did. But just like he did, I just turned around and walked away. You didn't deserve what happened here either, and I'm sorry for that..." Her form stayed like that and walked forward, any power I had over her was overwritten by something else...

"The time I spent here was to strip away any power you had over this room... it took some time, it should keep you inside long enough... for me to make things right."

I needed to act quickly before- a long and black tentacle snapped from Malkuth and pushed me inside the room filled with bodies, the action alone was surprising because of many factors, but it was still slightly embarrassing getting out-smarted by Malkuth of all people.

I had already delivered a message to the Manager, the door closed, and I worked at my best speed to get past whatever Malkuth had done, and... indeed it would take a while of course, she would do her job right at the worst time.

Was this what A had needed the Sephirah for or something else...

"Don't worry Angela, after today... everything will be over, this was beyond our control from the beginning." Hearing her talk like that was... if only slightly infuriating, but I kept working, trying to get past the firewalls.

It would take... 2 hours at my current speed, the Manager just has to survive long enough... and there is one man that can make sure of that. Malkuth may have made impressive work keeping me in, but I can still reach out to others for short periods of time.

Now I just have to find Trigger's communicator... there.

"Trigger, there has been a complication."