Sebille had spent at least an hour just sitting there with Null and she had been content with it until now. She had so many questions but didn't know how to ask them...

She was sure Null wouldn't answer them all, either. Nevertheless... she had to try.

"Null..."
He turned to look at her.
"...it isn't your birth name, is it?"

"No..."
"I thought so..."

Of course, that was obvious.

"And you're not going to tell me what it is, right?"

"No."

"...Didn't think so."

She had known the answer before she asked him. Her theory was that he wanted to forget it himself... or that there was a deeper reason for wanting to keep it to himself. An emotional one.

Now... what else could she ask him before this moment passed. He would run away with the answers if he got uncomfortable.

She wanted to know so much... but she didn't want to pry. No, she did want to pry, but she didn't want it to seem like she was doing it.

There had to be something wrong with him to be involved with her. There always was. That seemed to be her destiny.

She turned to him about to say something but never got the words out.

A long silence followed.

Finally, something coherent appeared in her mind. She knew what he did, though nobody had really said it out loud.
"Tell me... when did you start your.. job? How old were you?"

"Six."

She jumped back involuntarily and instantly regretted the action. It must've made him feel like... she didn't know what, but it couldn't be a good feeling.

But still... six years old? That straight up implied that he killed someone when he was six? Was he sure it wasn't sixteen?

"You we're six? You... killed someone when you were six?"
Yes. She had trouble comprehending. Anyone would. It was enough to know that he had at some point in life killed people at all. She knew he had, although there wasn't any evidence nor had he ever said it, but hearing it like this was just different.

"But... what did your parents think? What'd your mother say?"

"She was dead."

He seemed a little sad. Just a little. The sadness, loneliness, emptiness... it was always in his eyes, but now it was all around him.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... And your father?"

She couldn't stop the questions anymore. His expressions... there was something off from his usual demeanor and she suddenly needed to know more.

"Killed him."

This time his cold eyes turned to her and this time she got chills. Those were the eyes she remembered. He didn't scare her, though, he hardly could anymore.

"Your father... ... you?"

That shocked her. Yet somehow she had felt it, a deeper sorrow somewhere below the surface.

Her brain started working very fast and in her mind it all started to make sense now. But they were all just her own theories. His mother dead, him killing his father, his name... everything. And how sad that was.

She leaned forward, curious.

"So... Your father..."

He seemed surprised, like he hadn't expected her to aproach him anymore.

"He... had the same job as you, didn't he? And was he paid to kill her? And he... actually went through with it? I mean how else would you get into that kind of world so young..."
She knew she shouldn't talk about it so casually.
"And you... you killed him because you were angry-- no. You wouldn't do that, because... no, that doesn't make sense either. You were six... ..."

She pondered the possibilities out loud. Was it revenge? But it was his own father. He didn't actually say that it was him that killed his mother either. Or that she had been killed at all. Was it an accident? Didn't seem like it, though...

A long silence stretched over them.

He wasn't going to tell her his story. He might some day but not now. It was time for her to let it go although she felt like she now had more questions than answers. The revelation of how young he started his job however, shone a lot more light into his childhood and adolescence. Combined with what she knew of his personality and inexperience with human contact.
She did want to know one more thing. She just didn't know how to ask it, as it was very personal.

"Can I... There's something I'd like to know..."

"Have you ever..."
She was having trouble finding the right words.
"...been with anyone that... you didn't have to pay for?"

It probably came out as wrong as it could have.

" ..."

She waited. She waited for what felt like forever.

"No."

Hmm... She had thought so. He certainly had had women, she knew what much, but...
Poor girl(s)... must've been scary. They must come across a lot of creepy men in their profession but Null could easily be very frightening. She'd noticed the effect he had on most people.

"I have... one more question." She was speaking softly now. She understood him so much better now.

Though, this question she shouldn't ask at all.

"If someone paid for you to... assassinate me, would you do it?"
He looked at her but he didn't answer. All she got was a long, calm look. She couldn't interpret it at all.

She shouldn't have asked that. It made her uneasy.

And she wasn't going to get an answer to that.