"Yeah... this shit's pretty good." Commented Dakota when she finished her fifth taco, which I found out... a lot of people liked. The wonders of the meat had many people wanting more, the fact that it was something new probably helped with how many people ate it too.

I shrugged my shoulders, "It's just a simple recipe from what I understand, although putting my own spin on it." And by that I mean letting it boil a bit longer in its own juices, worked surprisingly well for the taste.

After my brief... and surprisingly pleasant conversation with Binah, I did my usual thing in the kitchen if only because I was in the mood, and while for a brief moment... I wondered WHY did I find the need to know how to cook this much. It wasn't something that I could complain about, more so since the answer to that question would most likely remain unanswered due to my... circumstances.

So I simply accepted that I could cook, Rober was eating with BongBong that was rather fond of seeing him eat... not touching that one. Amelia was having a conversation with Beth while snapping at Gonzales every time she thought he was barging into something that wasn't his problem, which he just laughed away.

Dakota was of course just enjoying the meal at the speed of sound, she maybe enjoyed it a bit too much.

Rober finished his last taco and turned to me with a raised brow, "Next thing we know, you are a musician." It was a jest at best, but the feeling at the back of my head that shouted 'yes I am' made me feel... forlorn.

What kind of situation made me want to learn about music? To cook various foods? Did my family had high expectations for me and made me get good at those things? Did I just enjoy it?

What kind of life made me who I was today...?

I rubbed my eyes and sighed, forcing... all of that in a box somewhere in my mind, it feels like today just wants to put me in the uncomfortable situation of thinking about who I was.

Still feeling like I should answer before things get awkward... I gave my response, "Kinda? I wouldn't say I'm an expert." Rober gave me this surprisingly curious look, but everyone else just had this vague expression that screamed both indifference and resignation. Like their facial structures managed to make the words 'yeah figures' an expression.

Rober was the one with the actual surprise, "Really? I'll hand you my acoustic guitar, see what you can do with that after work." I gave him a surprised look, he didn't look like the kind of guy that would be into music.

Dakota perked up at that, "Oh yeah, you're from District 9, everyone there knows how to play at least one instrument... even if they are shit at it." She had already finished her last taco and was giving a bored stare to Rober.

BongBong had this... enamored(?) expression directed towards Rober, making me glad that I wasn't a telepath because whatever that was couldn't have been PG.

Gonzales gave a couple of loud claps, "AMAZING!!! A SONG PUMPING WITH FEELINGS FROM OUR DEAREST LEADER!!!" When the hell did I become your leader?

Amelia elbowed him in the stomach, not that it stopped him from doing what he was doing, making her roll her eyes in annoyance, "If it's a sappy love song, I'll make you regret living." She pointed her finger at me, what a... specific request.

"Was that really your first guess?" Beth wondered out loud, earning a middle finger by the second-crassest woman I know... Dakota being the owner of first place.

I shrugged my shoulders just denying this, even though I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea, it wasn't a big reason to deny the request... and denying it would just make questions pop up, and I would like to avoid those, "Sure, just don't get high hopes." When I said that, all of them looked at their plates, then back at me.

Okay, that's fair.

My eyes moved around a bit and... Malkuth was poking her eye through the door to the dining room, waving her arm at me like a maniac, trying to not be seen while catching way too much attention.

"I... I'll go see what she needs." I said after a brief moment of silence, so subtlety wasn't Malkuth's strong point. Everyone else in the table nodded slowly, agreeing with my sentiments.

Getting up and making my way towards Malkuth, I had the displeasure of being dragged by the arm the moment I was close enough to her, and then she took me towards what has been repurposed as the training grounds on E.G.O.

When the door closed, Malkuth turned around and... well let herself go crazy, "Trigger, for the love of everything that is holy and unholy, be careful around Binah! She is UNBELIEVABLY dangerous and no one knows what even goes through her head, she was part of the HEAD and that should be more than enough for anyone to doubt her words, and was one of the people that put the final nail in the coffin for the old corporation!" After that... tangent.

I had to stop and think, I heard of the Head while my stay in here, but nothing too concrete... only that they are the Boogeyman in this place. So an Agent of what is essentially the Illuminati but very much real and scary as fuck came to the old corporation before all of this...

...

Angela.

Reading was something I did from time to time, but the rules were something I specifically looked for. Something mentioned there was the absolute hate of the world outside this building, hates anything that isn't human.

That aside...

"Really? She didn't seem to... well, harbor anything like that, I'd even say she lacks the drive to be someone to worry about." My comment made Malkuth turn off.

Like she literally died for a moment there (or so it seemed) and just kinda came back, "What makes you so sure of that?" Well, I never really tried to hide my empathic abilities, they just kinda... never came up.

"I can feel emotions... well, read emotions? A bit of the two, but she feels... lacking? Incomplete? It's unnatural the way she behaves, and it may not be that willing on her part." Malkuth seemed to ponder my words for a moment.

"That... would make sense, 'A' wouldn't have kept her around if he didn't have her controlled." I shook my head when she said those words.

I rose my index finger, as if asking for permission to speak, "No, that isn't quite right, she seems too passive for that to be a thing anymore. 'A' needs her too, not only that, but... something tells me she could lash out if she wanted to." She wasn't chained, only temporally restrained.

Malkuth sighed, "Just what I needed to hear... ah! You should probably hurry before Yesod sees you arriving late." Yeah, that's true... Yesod is quite the handful.

I waved at Malkuth while leaving through the door, another day... well, hopefully nothing too big happens.