“It might be slightly unhealthy to get attached to a corpse, but it’s not hard to know people who have, simply because it’s very hard not to get attached to someone who has suddenly ended up on your table. Trust me, I constantly wish I had the answers for them and when I don’t, it’s incredibly frustrating. It’s probably one of the reasons my nickname is Morticia, because I usually end up feeling bad for those people whereas some other people only look at them and see corpses,” maybe it was a part of her moral conduct that kept her from being something other than that, but Rebecca didn’t really care. In fact, she thought it was a good thing on her part to feel bad over those who had no one to feel sad over them. There was also the fact that she was almost one of them, once upon a time and she wondered if her family would have been able to identify her at all after that maniac was done with her. Her peers constantly warned her of the dangers in getting too close, getting too attached, but at this point, her nightmares were often confused with the nightmares of others and she thought that it was just the way it would go. There was really no turning back. “It was hard for him, yes. He did love his job at the FBI, but when my brother started in the military, he saw no way other than actually coming back home. My mother would be alone in a few years, because I moved states to go to college and medical school— we don’t balance him out, we drive him crazy,” she laughed, “it’s two women louder than loud stuck in a house with one man. He was a minority there and he often spent more time at the precinct than he did at home. I’m glad he is retiring now though, more often than not it’s normal to see a casualty around here when it comes to police officers.” It was unseen for a police officer to have such a long run as her father did, she just so happened to expect the same for her friends in the force. When he spoke of her family, Rebecca was left with a small smile on her lips. “Oh, I miss them, but I moved here when I was only four years old, so, I think I wouldn’t grow used if I went back to India,” she told him. The whole idea of living back home with her entire family was out of this world. “Of course she is going to worry. It’s basically what women do best of all, but it’s nice to have someone worrying for you. Me? No— Just my beagle, he is probably scratching the door waiting for me to come home, but it’s only me and thousands of locks.”
“It’s not a bad thing. It— takes a lot of heart to do what you do and I think it’s admirable to say the least. It’s just... hard, I guess, it must be hard on you” he sighed deeply, chewing his inner cheek. Morale vs Reason, Human vs. Monster, Sanity vs. Humanity. Sometimes it wasn’t an easy choice and it was endearing encountering someone who shared his values, but it was also unsettling when those values affected her well-being. Yet, he wasn’t one to talk. It came with the badge/the desire of being in the field, probably. Or perhaps it had to do more with who they were as individuals or their backgrounds. He still couldn’t help but worry about the other, even if he didn’t muster it. It was one of the things he did best, after all. The agent then nodded along with the brunette’s story, granting her a gentle smile every now and then. “Well sounds to me like he made the right call if he’s really happy and I can’t imagine what your mom felt when she found out her two kids were going away, one to military nonetheless. And yeah, I know. Sometimes going to the field feels like you are playing Russian roulette somehow, but your dad did fine and he is ready to move on to the next adventure, maybe before you know it he’ll be playing golf all day” the agent added jokingly. “Understandable. No matter how much help you’d get from your family, it would still be harsh to unlearn everything you learnt here.” Alexander beamed then, shrugging lightly. “It is, but I wish she didn’t have to. It’s just too much sometimes, saying goodbye in the morning and seeing that... look in her face because of the risk. She’s been through enough, sometimes I wish things were different” he rambled on before taking a sip of his drink, putting that thought to rest. “Anyway, you have a beagle? That’s adorable. How old is he and why are you here with me instead of playing with him?”
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