Trigger: POV.

I knew this place was crazy, but time manipulation...? Can't believe this is my new normal...

My eyes glanced at Rober again, the pain in my stomach not quite being registered by my brain thanks to... well, I'm not sure what is happening with my brain right now.

I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm bewildered, and I'm coping...

But he is alive this time, seeing him smiling at me after taking that stab through the chest was... painful to watch.

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We had gotten over the elevator through my crazy plan, Rober was not happy about such a stupid and risky thing, but I saw little options and I myself wasn't that happy with it... almost slipping would have been BAD.

I could see the busted door of the Manager's office and Malkuth manhandling him, with... disappointment, Malkuth was disheartened for some reason, but I ignored those for now, I ran ahead and proclaimed my presence with a shout ignoring everything around me from pure confusion and shock.

"MALKUTH!!!" I... it happened so fast, and should I had paid attention, maybe even avoid it... I should have kept Red Hood's words in my mind, and this was the price.

Rober pushed me forward, and had a black tentacle sticking through his chest, I...

"And that would only happen again Manager, and again, and again... just let them rest, let ME rest from your puppet show..." I glanced at Malkuth, that with a cold heart killed my friend.

Then had the balls to make it about her, like his dead wasn't anything important.

I had no words to use, but I did have something that would catch her attention, "Let me help you." The E.G.O was amplifying my feelings, a deep pit that just grew with every second that passed, I drew the white magnum in a flash and aimed right at her eye while pulling the trigger.

My shoulder took the recoil just like Red Hood told me it would, Malkuth's body snapped back and stood confused while the butterflies from the coffin moved instantly putting the cross/mace mix in my hand... as a weapon it would do nothing.

But too much of a good thing can be bad, so I poured my emotions in it a bright flash covered the room, drowning Malkuth's thoughts with a sense of calm so that she would not see the next attack coming.

Malkuth's box of a body had frozen for a moment, and I pulled the trigger again. This shot made her fall to the ground and her eye to fly out of its socket, I was on top of her already aiming my gun between her eye, "This won't matter Trigger, you wouldn't get it anyway." I pulled the trigger, and she just stopped...

I shakily got up and glanced at my gun... oh...

"FUCK!!!" I threw it against the wall and glared at the Manager. While more reserved, he radiated the same emotion Malkuth gave out, like this was another day!

My hand let the mace/cross fall to the ground while I dashed towards him, grabbing him by his collar and slamming him against a wall, "What does that mean?! What do you two know that makes life so insignificant!?" I want to know... no, I NEED to know.

He scoffed, "Like she said it doesn't matter, I hoped to never have to use it... but seems like I have no choice, don't worry about it." I... something cracked, something wasn't there anymore.

Life has more worth than... this.

My eyes stared into his, and he flinched back, no that wasn't just a flinch... I don't know what kind of twisted expression I was making, but the edges of my mouth hurt. My eyes were so wide open I felt like they would pop-off and my teeth were trying to crush themselves.

The Manager was quick to hide his fear, but I know it's there, "There is no point in telling you, you won't remember... TT2 Protocol code reversal: Commence." He suddenly was not in my hands...

I looked around the white void, seeing nothing, while I was left alone with these feelings I couldn't understand...

Damn it all... I let Rober die...

I killed Malkuth...

"Ah... Saint, your journey is far from over..."

What the... I felt something alien in the air, but it also was so familiar to me... like meeting a familiar after many years of separation, yet I could see no one, "Is there someone there!?" I shouted, still feeling too intense to try and be quiet.

"No worries, young Saint, I'm but an old... 'relative' you never met, but your light is still needed."

I blinked in confusion... then the recognition hit me, "Wait, you talked with me before!" I voiced out loud, hoping for answers.

"Young Saint, witness of the cruel mistress of life."

That he wouldn't give me. I was still angry, but I could feel that I couldn't force whatever this thing was to tell me anything.

"Yet still willing to work to save it."

I sighed, and was about to seat on the floor, and... just hoped this was a bad dream.

"Will you break or meet the light that is I?"

Then I was running down a familiar hallway, along with a man that should be dead, in a facility that wasn't there before...

I had to stop myself and look around... making sure it wasn't a lie.

My eyes stayed on Rober and I just needed to feel he was real, I gave him a solid hug while expecting him to vanish, as if he was a cruel trick of my mind... the relief I felt when I could actually feel him was too much for words.

I just gave him a reassuring smile, and hid it all away... he asked me why I was doing this.

"Nothing, just getting a little nervous."

I had many questions... so many questions, but I have to make sure that everything is right this time...

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And then I just went in like an idiot and shouted again, I don't like the Manager and I still put my life on the line for his ass... I knew that stab was coming, but I hoped Malkuth would reconsider.

God, I'm such a fucking sap... and I wouldn't have it any other way, "Malkuth... why does it always have to be about you?" Time to put some tough love to work... not like I can do anything else but talk with a tentacle going through my stomach.

The pen is mightier than the sword, so I'll hit her with the hardest attack you can write with a pen.

The Truth.