Room 504, Saturday Noonish

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After training with Liir, which la, is still in progress, Ino had had another shower and was now puttering around her room and fussing with her plants.

She was debating going out. After all she did tend to go see A.J. often on Sundays but...

Ugh. Ino just didn't feel like being social today, really. Nonetheless, she left the door open a bit.

[Expecting one, but otherwise entirely open as well!]

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"Knock, knock!" Triela called in accompaniment to her actual knock on the door. "Is anyone home?"

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Ino glanced up at the door, smiling a bit. "I'm home, Triela. Come on in."

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"Hi!" Triela grinned as she walked in. "How are you doing?"

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That got a shrug. "Alright, I guess." Which was a bit of a lie, and she wondered if Triela would let her get away with it. "I taught a wee bear some hand-to-hand stances yesterday."

Brightest part of the week, that. Besides paintball.

"You?"

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"I've definitely been here too long," Triela laughed, "The idea of teaching a bear how to fight doesn't even seem surprising anymore."

Her head cocked slightly and she offered Ino a look that said she caught the lie but would let it go... for now.

"I'm doing great! Paint ball was a success, I think."

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The look Ino gave her in response was terribly innocent. Her? Lie? No way.

"I enjoyed it," Ino said, smiling. "Even though it was over too quickly for my tastes."

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"Maybe next time we'll do teams?" Because there had to be a next time.

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"Four-man teams," Ino said promptly. "One shooter who is good, and the rest at varying levels of skill, but have the teams be kept even. So the team with a good shooter, and then another good shooter, would also get the worst shooter and someone in the middle."

Pause.

"That's generally how we work teams back home."

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"I'm not used to working in teams like that," Triela admitted. "I mean, we do some team stuff back home, but mostly it's just 'fratellos'. You've probably got more experience with this than I do."

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"Fratellos?" Ino asked, stumbling a bit over the pronunciation. "And, well, teamwork's a huge part of our training at home."

And her team was the best at it.

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"We work in pairs. Each 'fratello' is a girl and her trainer." Triela's face twisted into a conflicted sort of expression, "Mine's Hilshire."

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"... and that's a bad thing?" Ino asked, looking curious.

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"I don't know," Triela sighed. "Hilshire's... well, he's Hilshire."

Because that explained everything.

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Maybe it did to her.

That got a rueful shrug. "You sound a bit like me when I say everything is complicated."

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"We get along," Triela countered defensively, even if Ino hadn't suggested otherwise.

Then she moved to change the subject, "Aren't things always complicated with you, though?"

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That got a mildly raised eyebrow. "I never said you didn't."

"And sure, things are, but that's life." Ino was going for vague today, yes. "You deal, and move on."

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"True," Triela nodded. Which of Ino's statements she was agreeing with wasn't clear.

Then her tone shifted slightly, becoming a bit sympathetic, "And are you? Dealing, that is?"

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Ino wasn't particularly fond of where this conversation was going, no.

"Oh, you know, well enough I guess. Mood's all over the place though."

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"Sometimes it helps to talk about it, you know," Triela offered, somehow managing to add "and sometimes it doesn't" without actually saying that part.

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"And have people tell me I'm wrong again?" Ino asked. "Because that's always, you know, not fun." A beat. "You've killed people, right? The people that you killed, what were they to you?"

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"Targets," Triela answered without hesitating, her voice suddenly devoid of emotion.

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Ino wasn't sure if the sudden lack of emotion was a good thing or not, but the answer was definitely...

Well. The most similar to hers.

"We're taught that," she said, flopping on her bed. "To think like that, because they don't matter except that they're dangerous to us. Apparently though, that way of thinking is... bad." Dark eyes. "By general consensus around here."

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"Targets," Triela repeated, shaking her head. "Thinking of them any other way means that I'm making the decision about whether to kill them or not."

Her voice grew softer, "I'm too dangerous to do that."

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"Too dangerous for 'empathy'," with the air-quotes, "well, I don't think that's a problem. Do you?"

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"Nope," Triela answered easily with a shake of her head. "It's better that way, really. I mean, even if I could care I'm sure I wouldn't want to. What does that get you anyway? Besides too hesitant to do what needs doing, I mean."