Sloane has a sudden memory of Nadia's blood on his hands, which doesn't make sense; he had stood several feet away from her and Sydney when shooting her. There was no blood when she crumbled. Well, it's not hard to guess that the mind plays tricks and uses appropriate metaphors, he thinks, pushing the image away and ignoring the fact it carries a different sense memory than that night in Svogoda with it as well.
"Not at the end," he says. "She wasn't herself then; she had been drugged by -"
Her aunt. Her foster mother. Who wouldn't have been able to do so if not for Sloane having pursued that particular line of research years earlier.
"- someone who tried to use her as a weapon against everything Nadia held dear."
And before that, she must have believed that he had betrayed her. Ironic that the only way she wouldn't have believed it at the end would have been if she recognized what he did when shooting her; stopping her from killing her sister.
"But a few weeks before, I was in a - well, you could say I had a choice to make."
Explaining about wandering inside one's own memories was probably a bit too convoluted to explain, but then, given everyone's talents here, Scott Summers might actually have had a similar experience himself
"And frankly, I thought I should remain where I was."
I was a good man once, but now I am a monster. There is no place for monsters in this world, Nadia.
"But my daughter thought otherwise. She told me she believed in me."
Nadia's voice, telling him that Emily and Jaqueline were gone, had been for a long time, the choice between a past that never was and thus never could betrayed inside his own mind and reality, embodied by his daughter who had seen the worst he could be in a way he had always been able to prevent Emily from.
I believe in you, Dad.
"So I think - I hope - that she knew."
There's that image again, as false as the memory of Emily carrying a living Jaqueline in her arms, of Nadia's blood on his hands. With an effort, he puts it into the black hole in his mind that swallows what he won't, can't look at, and focuses on Scott again.
"It is not always easy, working with family members," he says, trying not to make it sound like a platitude. "And yet sometimes the results can be... extraordinary, rather because of the differences than inspite of them. Nadia's half sister Sydney and her father spent most of Sydney's adolescence unable to to talk with each other for longer than five minutes, and yet once they started working together, the results were magnificent. Maybe your children and yourself will surprise each other in a similar way, one day."
When those children are grown up, as Sloane has their age rather wrong. Of course he also neglects to mention that magnificent Jack and Sydney cooperation hinged on a) him recruiting Sydney against Jack's wishes and b) both of them working against him. The more recent state of affairs, with Sydney believing Jack killed Irina and freezing him out again for a while before starting to trust him again, gets also edited out of the recount. Besides. Both, in Sloane's mind, prove his point anyway; he knows what is best for his Bristows even if they don't, and what is best for them is working together, with him, even if it is against him.
The practical application here for the Summers clan: there should be a reunion sooner or later. Surely, a mutual foe can be produced?
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Date: 2007-06-29 07:13 pm (UTC)"Not at the end," he says. "She wasn't herself then; she had been drugged by -"
Her aunt. Her foster mother. Who wouldn't have been able to do so if not for Sloane having pursued that particular line of research years earlier.
"- someone who tried to use her as a weapon against everything Nadia held dear."
And before that, she must have believed that he had betrayed her. Ironic that the only way she wouldn't have believed it at the end would have been if she recognized what he did when shooting her; stopping her from killing her sister.
"But a few weeks before, I was in a - well, you could say I had a choice to make."
Explaining about wandering inside one's own memories was probably a bit too convoluted to explain, but then, given everyone's talents here, Scott Summers might actually have had a similar experience himself
"And frankly, I thought I should remain where I was."
I was a good man once, but now I am a monster. There is no place for monsters in this world, Nadia.
"But my daughter thought otherwise. She told me she believed in me."
Nadia's voice, telling him that Emily and Jaqueline were gone, had been for a long time, the choice between a past that never was and thus never could betrayed inside his own mind and reality, embodied by his daughter who had seen the worst he could be in a way he had always been able to prevent Emily from.
I believe in you, Dad.
"So I think - I hope - that she knew."
There's that image again, as false as the memory of Emily carrying a living Jaqueline in her arms, of Nadia's blood on his hands. With an effort, he puts it into the black hole in his mind that swallows what he won't, can't look at, and focuses on Scott again.
"It is not always easy, working with family members," he says, trying not to make it sound like a platitude. "And yet sometimes the results can be... extraordinary, rather because of the differences than inspite of them. Nadia's half sister Sydney and her father spent most of Sydney's adolescence unable to to talk with each other for longer than five minutes, and yet once they started working together, the results were magnificent. Maybe your children and yourself will surprise each other in a similar way, one day."
When those children are grown up, as Sloane has their age rather wrong. Of course he also neglects to mention that magnificent Jack and Sydney cooperation hinged on a) him recruiting Sydney against Jack's wishes and b) both of them working against him. The more recent state of affairs, with Sydney believing Jack killed Irina and freezing him out again for a while before starting to trust him again, gets also edited out of the recount. Besides. Both, in Sloane's mind, prove his point anyway; he knows what is best for his Bristows even if they don't, and what is best for them is working together, with him, even if it is against him.
The practical application here for the Summers clan: there should be a reunion sooner or later. Surely, a mutual foe can be produced?