A few days had passed, until it was the start of a new week. For the Prussian, nothing exactly changed, since he had been in jail for so many weeks he could easily spot if something was off from the last, which it never was. More fights, more prisoners, more death. Nothing seemed to ever change. At first, that had bugged Gilbert and made him uneasy, but now that made Gilbert's life in prison more predictable. He already knew what to expect, but, the Austrian did not. Even more about Rodreich; he had finally calmed down. He wasn't high anymore so his muscles didn't strain and freely manuver him, and he could control his eyes. His eyes weren't glazed anymore, except that they were droopy from lack of sleep and from coming off of drugs slowly and slowly. He was sure not getting any in here. It wasn't like he needed it; obviously he hadn't been using it for medical reasons, since Rodreich was perfectly healthy for all that Gilbert could tell. Anyhow, for health reasons or not, Gilbert didn't believe drugs solved anything unless it was prescribed by physicans. Don't do your own research. Believe what you believe, sure, but not everyone will agree with you, and that also included Gilbert.

Gilbert often laid on the top bunk awake at night, and listened to what occured below him. The Austrian rarely caught a wink of sleep, and when he didn't, he was usually softly crying to himself. It bothered Gilbert, but who was he to say anything? It wasn't his place or his business if someone was crying for whatever reason, and wasn't his place to invade privacy and ask why or try to stop them. Gilbert was in no way close with the man, so what did he care? Well...he cared some, apparently, since Rodreich's crying made him think. Why did he himself never shed much tears while he was in here? For crying out loud, he murdered his ex-girlfriend, and someone elses current girlfriend too! He left behind his life, his family, his friends. He left behind his goals, his dreams, his passions, all to be locked away in a musky jail cell. Maybe this one wasn't so dirty, but it still made Gilbert feel just like the animal he was and deserved to be. He should be crying, just like Rodriech was. So why wasn't he, then? Gilbert didn't understand. And even when he tried to cry, nothing came out, no matter how hard and deep he thought, no matter how long he stared up at the ceiling, or at the wall, without blinking. He couldn't escalate anymore than fogged vision. That was it. Was he just not compassionate, was he selfless? What was he?

He was an animal.

Those few days passed by rather quickly and went without a word. Even more awkward silences cut into the air, and soon enough they couldn't even glance at each other. Everything seemed to bother Gilbert. Although they did not speak to each other, Rodreich acted as a flea on a dog's back, staying right around Gilbert at all times. He was, to the point, frightened of everything around him; brute men, the prison guards, riots, yelling. He was afraid to do something wrong, as if he were to speak out of turn or to take the wrong step that he'd be punished or hit or even killed. He was given a great reason to, since it happened so very often. Gilbert did not blame him one bit, but this, Rodreich following close by him, did not bother Gilbert in the slightest, and even so much that Gilbert decided he had a secret goal; protect the pretty boy until he was let out of prison.

Gilbert expected it soon, but soon it wasn't. Another day passed by, no words exchanged, no guards coming by to take Rodriech away. Gilbert was growing so very curious as to just how much trouble the Austrian was in, that he felt the need to ask. Instead, he chose to wait. Even though he waited, with each hour that they sat in the jail cell, he was watching the bared door, just expecting for someone to come take him. The hour wasn't coming still, so maybe Gilbert had some time. Gilbert wish he knew how long someone would be in prison for being high, or found in possession of illegal drugs, but he had not one clue. He didn't feel like asking Rodriech yet either, so he would wait on that one, too.

Tonight, as it was, the prisoners were put back into their cells after a bit of free roaming as they were so allowed everyday. During that time, Rodriech had, no shocker, followed around Gilbert the whole time. Now, they sat on their bunks, about to go to sleep. However, Gilbert decided that enough silence was enough; it was about time to ask more questions. Maybe this time he could get more out of Rodriech, but still he thought it best to not try to inquire why he was in here and save that for later. Maybe not a wise choice, but after all it was Gilbert's choice.

The albino man noticed that the other was not asleep yet, or even trying to go to sleep, and hopped down from the top bunk. Of course, he startled the other, who urched back a bit when he landed on his feet. Gilbert turned around to face Rodriech, who obviously was surprised by the sudden course of actions that were taking place. But Gilbert didn't look intimidating, so Rodriech didn't shrivel up or anything like Gilbert hoped he wouldn't. Gilbert leant against the bunk bed's ladder and looked over at Rodriech, whose eyes were glued to him.

"Listen, I've been thinking about yo...this 'silent treatment' that's been going on, and I do not like it." Gilbert complained, digging dirt from his nails, still making eye contact with the other, who didn't look directly into his eyes in return, too sheepish to do so. "We need to talk...that said...I want to..." This was going to sound completely stupid and he knew he was just making a fool of himself for people, but he had to shove his pride and petty confidence aside and say, "...I want to be your friend. You obviously need one. Besides, it's getting awkward with you just standing near me all the time and we aren't even talking to each other."

He sat down beside Rodreich, who's gaze now met with Gilbert's, a dash of confusion wavering in the Austrian's violet eyes. Gilbert found it best to add, "Now. Tell me about yourself, and I assume I'll do the same."

Rodreich was speechless, nonetheless, since he hadn't heard the man beside him say anything to him in days, and definitely not as much as he had just said. Still, although he himself hadn't talked in a while either, he figured he should at least try to respond to his demands properly. "Well...not much to say. If you mean how my life is...was, before, then...I was a pianist." Gilbert almost gagged, since he absoultely hated pianists, for specific reasons that he'd rather not recall at the time. However, he allowed the man to keep going without interrupting. "I was inspired by my favorite composers, Chopin, Beethoven, Mos...well, I'm sure you don't care about any of this, do you?" True, he was right. Gilbert cared less. "Otherwise, that was all I cared about; music...and the girl I loved. But, music can last, and...she just couldn't."

Gilbert understood that much. Simple pointless things created by man would never die, but humans would always die. He witnessed first hand, rather, two hands placed around a girl's neck. Not fun to admit, but there was no way around it. It was the truth. It was life.

"I missed her too much. I couldn't get over loosing her. I didn't even want to know who had...killed her." That made Gilbert take a breath in. Some other girl had gotten killed, huh? What a shame. But that happened everyday. "If I knew who it was, I would've..." The Austrian didn't finish his sentence, but Gilbert knew well what he was going to say anyways. "...I needed a way to forget her. I still had music to live for, and when I get out of here, that is all that I will have. So, with that said, I chose not to end myself before I barely began, and chose instead to do something that now I believe is equally as stupid. I got hooked on marijiana, and cocaine, whatever I could get my hands on. I got drunk off my mind. That was damn well stupid. But I forgot her, that was the point."

This had to be the saddest story that Gilbert had ever heard before besides his own life.

A girl that was so important to this man, someone who he loved so dearly, and because of her, no, because of the man who murdered her, he was led into thinking that whatever he could do to forget her was right. That was so horrible, it was so wrong! What kind of monster, what kind of animal could've done this? Who would ever do this, and why? Why did Gilbert feel so wound up about this. It had nothing to do with him. But he felt like he had to say something. He felt sorry, he felt sad. There was something wrong with this story, and he didn't like this story at all. Something about this whole thing...he couldn't help to put himself in the murder's shoes, and he felt guilty. Really, he already did feel the same way. He had murdered a girl before, too, so he knew how it felt everyday to wake up and realize what he'd done. He'd made it where the girl herself would never wake up again. He hated that. More, he hated himself. Still, this tragic story was yet to add up to him. There was something missing, and he was just about to find out just what that missing thing was.

"Worse than that, she had been cheating on me. She...she was even living with the guy. The guy that turned around, and murdered her." Gilbert held his breath. This was all too familar. He almost asked Rodreich to stop talking, but no, he was too curious that he also almost was urged to ask Rodriech to hurry up and talk faster.

"I may not know who the guy was, or what he looked like, but I bet he was the most ugliest, vile man on Earth. Someone who could do this to her, to me, to himself. He even turned himself in, I knew that much."

No. Please, don't.

"I..." Rodreich looked away from Gilbert, whosered eyes were wide and actually starting to make him uncomfortable. "I still miss her. Can't believe it's only been a year. God, Eliza...if I could find that man, I'd kill him myself."

Both of the men went silent now, deadly silent, and this time, Gilbert begged for the talking to cease. This couldn't be happening. He didn't say that. He couldn't of said that. He had better of not have said that. If Rodreich and Gilbert were thinking about the same girl, the same Hungarian girl, then that would mean some serious trouble. But Gilbert was in too far to turn back now. It wouldn't hurt to find out, would it?

"...Rodreich, you said you're an Austrian pianist, yes?" Rodreich nodded, although wondering why the conversation had been brought back around to him again. "Her name was Elizabeta Hedevary, right?"

Rodreich nodded again, a strange feeling washing over him, running up his spine at the mention of her name, and her full name at that. "Yes. Yes it was, but how do you...?" He noticed Gilbert's mouth open when he confirmed that he was talking about the same girl, and then began to roam his mind over their whole conversation, and Gilbert's reactions only led to one explanation. How did he know her name?

Simple.

"Well, Rodreich," He welled up his bravery that he barely even had, and admitted, "...you've found the man. So go on, kill me."