"Not in Lawrence. But elsewhere. Too many options. Lakes and rivers and oceans all around. Which one, where to go....."
Blinking at the question on locking onto Elizaveta's time stream, Althea gave a small nod. The answer was obvious, really. Because honestly, where else would a crazy Time Lady go but to her equally crazy father who played a role but knew that he would never be able to be sane. Who would always be a homicidal maniac in the end? There was a major fork in his time stream. One that would lead to an early demise here and one that led to Elizaveta. But she didn't need to focus on that. She needed to focus on Elizaveta.
"With her parents. Not here."
But what could she really do? Nothing. Besides then River was making her stand in one spot because she had scratched up her arm and there was nothing she could do but go along with it. Besides then River was talking and Althea had different ideas on which to focus. So she would just have to go with it.
"Very angry. We're wrong. All so wrong. Lessons to be learned and paths forever changed. He can learn not to have me. To be able to live so he can help. I don't mind. It will be better that way..."
And Althea was back on the thought process that she could never be born and things would be better. Well, it wasn't the sacrifice but it was still the same. She knew that Eleven would be upset with her for saying that. So would River, but she couldn't help it. Because if Eleven didn't die.... he could find a way to help win the war and they would be okay.
Shivering, Althea pulled away and moved to the corner she often curled up in as opposed to the bed as there were strings all over it, pulling her legs into herself. She felt so lost and confused. It was like when she lost Eleven all over again and yet he was there. And he was so amazing and wonderful and her dad that it broke her heart to know she'd be sent away again and he wouldn't be there and she could talk to her mother and she didn't want to leave but she had to and it hurt.