[ There's a small hint of a flinch at the mention of what her father would desire, her frown tightening. He's right, in a way; Chris, for all he's done to keep her safe, has always taught her better. But Chris taught Sharon that—Heather that. Not Alessa.

It doesn't really matter what he would want in this situation. It didn't matter when he told her to stay away from Silent Hill. It didn't matter when he told her to keep her head down (though, to her effort, she did try). To not drink. And like fuck it would matter if he wanted her to help save a world that made her lose him.

She rolls her eyes at his suggestion. Angry that it's a good suggestion. Angry at the circumstances making her angry. God, she's just angry. Or scared. Or fucking both and it's stupid. ] So I be the patient lab rat all while knowing that my dad is trapped with the most... [ The table shakes. Her leg bounces but it's not enough to make the table rattle that way. It stops quickly when she leans forward, pressing her arms against its surface, her words rolling out with venom. ] ...disgusting monsters you could ever imagine and hope they'll send me back a few days before my birthday where I can save him this time.

Or maybe I can go back farther? To when things were normal, right? [ Now, she's just taking it out on him. She knows he doesn't have the answers and she's angry about that, too. ] What happens when they tell me they can't do that? Do I hope they find their cure then?

[ She immediately feels a wave of guilt for snapping at him. He hasn't done anything wrong. Hell, he's just giving her a good suggestion but she has to go and put her foot in her mouth. She's too prideful to apologize. Too young and brash and arrogant. ]