It's not every day you can say you've experienced the end of a world.
This isn't to say Alek is necessarily proud of the fact. If he'd had a choice in the matter, there wouldn't have been an apocalypse to boast of. The rifts would've continued down their crazy path without making the entire universe collapse with it. He didn't necessarily understand all the scientific jargon being utilized in the broadcast prior to the event. All he knew was the rifts were at fault. They were the reason the world was eating itself from the inside out, and soon enough, it would be gone. The only home he'd ever known would be wiped along with it.
At the end of the day, he shouldn't have been surprised. Whether you're a good person or a bad person, something shitty is going to happen to you sooner or later.
(If Liz is a realist with a dreamer's denial streak, Alek is a fatalist with a dreamer's bruised disappointment.)
In some ways, if he's honest with himself, maybe he's relieved. The fact Chicago is nothing but a distant memory now means he doesn't have to confront the things he knew he lacked the bravery in confronting. It meant he and his brothers wouldn't have to keep running from their father and a destiny he never chose. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, Alek dreams of him. A howl that splits the moon in half and claws that sink right into his heart, but he never says this.
He has left it behind him.
"It's happening," a voice from behind her confirms. Alek is leaning across the opposite wall, his arms folded loosely across his chest. He's been watching Liz's argument with herself for some time now with some faint amusement that's very much inward. "If it helps, eventually you get sent back. Most of the time."
Not his first rodeo where kidnapping cruise ships are concerned.
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This isn't to say Alek is necessarily proud of the fact. If he'd had a choice in the matter, there wouldn't have been an apocalypse to boast of. The rifts would've continued down their crazy path without making the entire universe collapse with it. He didn't necessarily understand all the scientific jargon being utilized in the broadcast prior to the event. All he knew was the rifts were at fault. They were the reason the world was eating itself from the inside out, and soon enough, it would be gone. The only home he'd ever known would be wiped along with it.
At the end of the day, he shouldn't have been surprised. Whether you're a good person or a bad person, something shitty is going to happen to you sooner or later.
(If Liz is a realist with a dreamer's denial streak, Alek is a fatalist with a dreamer's bruised disappointment.)
In some ways, if he's honest with himself, maybe he's relieved. The fact Chicago is nothing but a distant memory now means he doesn't have to confront the things he knew he lacked the bravery in confronting. It meant he and his brothers wouldn't have to keep running from their father and a destiny he never chose. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, Alek dreams of him. A howl that splits the moon in half and claws that sink right into his heart, but he never says this.
He has left it behind him.
"It's happening," a voice from behind her confirms. Alek is leaning across the opposite wall, his arms folded loosely across his chest. He's been watching Liz's argument with herself for some time now with some faint amusement that's very much inward. "If it helps, eventually you get sent back. Most of the time."
Not his first rodeo where kidnapping cruise ships are concerned.