αℓєχ υ∂ιησν ஜ knows how to live with the pain (russiandoll) wrote in carnaval_logs, |
"My father made me study a lot, but he really didn't like Americans or anything to do with America." That was probably kind of dangerous to admit to, but Alex did not share her father's views. Technically, they'd contributed to Nikolai's death. Sergei wanted to Americanize Zetrov, and Nikolai had not shared his views. Having him killed had been an extreme reaction, but at least Sergei was burning in Hell now, for his crimes. That offered a little comfort to Alex.
"Well, we'll just have to hope it's safe." Alex said, biting on her lower lip a bit. She'd do everything she could to make sure that it was. She'd seen too many people die. She always lived, but others died. It wasn't fair. First it had been her father. Then some of the girls at the brothel...and then Sean. She took in a breath, she couldn't think about Sean right now. Many others had died along the way too. But that was a part of life. People died. She understood that, it just didn't make it much easier.
"It sounds like you had a good time, though." She pointed out. Most of the places Alex had been were far from pleasant. She'd been all over the globe on various missions. Some of them had been kill missions. That didn't leave much time for sight-seeing or anything like that. That was okay though, Alex didn't need to do all that. It might kind of be a possibility now, though. Since they'd be traveling to different places.
"I don't know yet." Alex shrugged. "I mean, I think I'd rather be in my own time where I can help my friends, but that doesn't seem possible right now. So I'm just trying to take it one step at a time, here." It wasn't the first time she'd reinvented herself, and it probably wouldn't be the last. The tattoo on her back was her proof. Butterflies were God's proof that people could have a second life.