**Created by:** Genezhine **You Can Find Me At:** ‘genezhine’ or ‘gene’ --- Antonov hunched over the railing, he could see land was close by, admiring the smell of the air and view of the blue-pale sky. It was almost like waking up from a coma, the only difference being that the body has been constantly active and awake. He looked to the sea water below as the keel pierced through the waves. It was almost therapeutic. His mind, still scrambled, was recollecting memories. His life. Life before Boreas. He remembered his old No-Pat mates, Irish, Rao, Falck, Paik… to name a few. He wants to thank Paik for helping him take the leap and hopes he will still have the chance to do so. Even though it felt like everything would get better from now on, he knew he was still on a downward path. A path that would lead him down a road where he eventually will have to make a choice. Only time will tell when that’ll happen. After some time alone he could hear the muffled voices of people inside the cabin. The remaining few were probably chatting about him, and his slaughter prior. Twelve dead and three injured. He was ashamed - even though he knew it wasn’t him - but the others didn’t know that. The voices quieted and the door to the cabin opened, the captain stepped outside. LaSalle noticed Antonov’s calm state and didn’t want to be a bother. The last thing he needed was pressure, so he only walked to the railing a few meters distant from Antonov and looked out to the horizon. He took a deep breath.   \-     We’re almost there. I hope the voice was right about Santiago, supposed to have some of the best neurologists. Antonov acknowledged the comment as he nodded and continued watching the sea. LaSalle took some steps closer.   \-     You heard her trade though, Alicanto needs us. It needs you. He grunted. He thought his time in the field was over. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t care about the people in Chile. Their homeland was being attacked… he knew that feeling all too well. His hand tugged on the railing as he recalled his grip on a weapon. ![[Rebirth_Clean.png]] LaSalle put his hand on Antonov’s shoulder.   \-     In the meantime, it’s good to have *you* back. The conversation was cut short as a light lit up the sky from the coast. They had come this far... LaSalle wouldn't let it be for nothing.