and Rescue {Sherry II William II Alex}
Nothing says tension louder than absolute silence. At least if there were an argument there’d be some sense of resolution? Not in an absolute sense, but at least, on the surface, it sounds like they’re trying to come to a conclusion.
These two siblings are not coming to a conclusion. Absolutely because there is no end to satisfy. The means are the means and after the younger has her way that’ll be and she’ll just move on to the next bit. There is no end for her.
But, god, is he praying for an end. Something, anything that could alleviate him from this hell. If it be death, he’s even likely to go with that.
Alexander is losing his humanity. Spending more time as that creature than as himself, he’s lost his sense of reality, his desire to resist and oppose command.
And she doesn’t quite see that. She sees this whole notion as protecting her brother. She can’t seem to grasp the fact that his entire being is dissipating from under him. And she has to wonder: does she care? In a sick sense, she’d always regarded him as some sort of Perseus. And the fact that she can get Perseus to heel and obey is some sort of feat of strength. She’s stronger than him. She always has been.
And now all he has to look forward to is another ‘mission’. Another chance for her to send him after mostly innocent people. It wasn’t enough to kill just one, he usually ends up killing everyone around then too. It leaves a bitter taste in a person’s mouth that you don’t really get used to.
“Shouldn’t you be excited?” Nadia prods. They’re lodged in warehouse prepping for the next stage of her plan. “You’re running out of ‘clients’.”
“There will always be more people to kill,” he answers solemnly. “As long as I am with you there will be.”
She doesn’t answer, too busy tending to some equipment or too disillusioned to acknowledge his empty state of being. But even more so, she’s distracted by a tiny alarm set off on her radar. Someone’s here, and she doubts they’re friendly if they’re encroaching on her base of operations.
“Sit tight, big brother,” she glances to him across the room. He nods vacantly. “If things get sticky I might spring a sudden change on you, so just bunker down and expect the worst.”
She hardly gives him a farewell or a stay safe. She just makes her way from the room and abandons him to himself.
He wonders if she even cares about what's happening to him?