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Sethe noticed thatWilliam prettymuch ignored him. Probably didn't hear him. He followed William to the mess hall, and sat next to Cookie and William. 'So, wait, what's up?' he asked, wanting to know what was wrong with his best friend and leader.

Jaffar ran after her as best as he could.He eventually found her at the bar."Skaiska listen to me. I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault. It's mine."

Skiaska wiped her mouth from the mouthwash and vomit. "Ugh..." Washing her face and mouth one more time, she strode out. Holding her pounding head, she stumbled to the generator room. When she entered, she was overwhelmed by Sethe's scent. Skiasks closed the door and looked around contently. Smiling, she curled up int he middle of the room and fell asleep.

'I only consider myself what I am presently. You see before you Krii'Ouse, the Psychic Hunter. I am he. When Esou has control, then I am Esou, the Lycan Hunter. I guess I consider myself a Hunter in all aspects of myself... well, both aspects of myself, heh heh... I do not hold any inclinations towards the Lycanthropes. I am still a Hunter, as I always have been. My prime target is daemons, but when needed I shall hunt other things.' Krii'Ouse said. He looked at William in cusiousity. He could just scrape the thoughts from him, but he didn't want to be rude to his best friend.

Besides, any thoughts that were troubling William, Krii'Ouse had learned the hard way that William hid them from Krii'Ouse. 'So, what is it that's bothering you, pal?'

'Cookie, can I get a burger?' he asked. 'I'm famished... and so is Esou, so make it two.'

Will sighed. "I'm not sure who knows about this yet, but during our last attack on the Lunites one of the newer Hunters found a room where they were keeping the children and killed all of them. Riona, Skiaska's adopted mother, found out and confronted me about it. I've done a lot of killing in the past seven years, Sethe. But I've never had the blood of children on my hands before."

'Wait... who did what now?!' he asked. William repeated himself, and Esou heard it. 'Esou hates the Lunites, but Esou feels sorrow for the deaths of innocent children...' he said. 'I don't care who they are, murdering children is unforgivable. I don't care if they're Nazi's, Fascists, Communists, or Lunites, children are children. They have so much to live for. Ending their lives is inacceptable...'

He slammed his fiston the table.'Who was it, or are you protecting them from those who would harm a murderer? In which case, it maybe a good idea...they might be dead soon anyways if you told me. So nevermind, I'd rather not spill blood right now...'

He stood up, stretching out, and turned around. 'Unless that's not all, I'll be going.' He was fumed, and he wasn't hiding it. He picked up the burgers when Cookie finished them, and started to munch on one.

Sethe turned away angrily and Will sighed before dropping the bombshell. "Are you familiar with Project Nemesis?"

Slowly, Sethe turned around to face Will. "In case you aren't, Project Nemesis was a Black Ops project commissioned by the British military. Volunteers were altered through surgery, augmentation, and genetic manipulation. But they were also... programmed, would be an accurate description. These subjects were made into nothing more than living weapons. They were conditioned to have no feelings, no emotions, no conscience. They don't even care about their own lives, brainwashed into killing all supernatural creatures they find until the day they finally die. Bridget was one of those subjects. She is in some ways as much a victim as those she killed."

Slumping down in his wheelchair, he continued, subdued. "And now as Hunter leader I'm faced with a difficult choice. Have her shot and lose who knows how many Hunters who refuse to stay with us after such an incident, turn a fellow Hunter over to the lycanthropes to have them face lycan justice, or simply reprimand her as harshly as I can without killing her and conceal the truth, therefore protecting someone I know to be an unrepentant murderer. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. But whatever I do I can't bring back those children. And in the end the responsibility for their deaths lies on my shoulders."

He looked up again at his old friend, tired looking and weary. "What would you do, Sethe?"