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 Well, another night had passed, and another massacre had left the remaining at one another's throats even more than they would have expected. Alice herself was just glad most of who she concidered her allies managed to get out alive. Yet even if she was disillusioned at the kill count, in the more darker part of her mind, she was...glad. Glad that they were gone, in two different ways. And glad that someone she thought of as nothing but cannon fodder put herself out her own misery.
 
 And she hated it. She hated herself for thinking that way. Yet she had been for the longest time, since day one. But either way, [b]she hated it.[/b]

 The recon made note to thank Ice for giving her a chance to look through the weapons crate, but disapointedly, the knife she was looking for wasn't there. Something told her that Davis knew somehow she was searching for it. But it didn't bother her, instead grabbing a couple of handguns. One for her, and one for Henry, just in case. Though the both of them would have to be careful with how they used up their ammunition.

 The next morning, Alice quietly made her way back to the study so she could give Parker an update, making sure not to let herself get lost in her thoughts. 

"Oh, morning!"

 And like that, her cover was blown. Henry caught up with Alice and walked next to her. "You alright, Sis?"

 "I should be asking you the same question." She remarked. "This all feels like back then, doesn't it?"

 The pianist shrugged, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. "We might not be able to help everyone, but we have to at least help whoever we can. Though it seems you don't need my assistance now, you managed to hold out on your own even before I arrived." He smiled at her. "...You [i]have[/i] been holding out, right?" They both stopped next to the study once they arrived.

 Alice only replied in silence, then sighed in defeat. "If I'm going to be honest, Deimo, this has been a hell of a reality check for me. Even after I tried my best to stick on the path to redemption, I'm struggling to not go back to my damned sociopathic habits."

 "Have I really changed, Henry?" She appeared solemn when she looked back at her brother. But he didn't know how to answer her. "Heh, well, it doesn't really matter. After we get out of this...I'm considering resigning from my title as the Infinite Recon."

 Now cue the response. "What?! But you can't give it up now!! Not after all this! Who made you think you didn't deserve it, huh?! I'll tear a new one in them if I have to!-" Before he could march off in a huff, Alice grabbed him by the hood and pulled him back.

 "Okay, I appreciate your willing to stand up for me, but atleast let me explain before you cause the last thing we all need." She reassured him. "Even if I did quit my current job, it would be to find one better for me. Maybe I'd get a new title after a while, who knows? But one thing's for sure. 'Jekyll' isn't stable enough to return like things were as they were."

 Henry appeared worried as she explained. "But, what about everyone else?"

 "I think I can see why Killgood chose to run past killing games with juveniles now. That's all I have to say on that. Come on, let's head inside." With that out of the way, they both walked inside the study.