Distortion

[Wesker]

515th Planet Curacao, Cortez
01/09/829 AS, 09:32

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There was no part of Anna that was ready to finally meet her son face to face. They'd exchanged words and emotions over the neural net - but never in person. The anxiety of what was to come after they spoke quickly mustered into focus; she woke early, spending almost every minute touching up her home. It went from looking like a safehouse to looking like a house on display just a few hours from when she started. Everything was on track so far, the only thing she really had to consider left was what she was going to do once he arrived. The thoughts of what and how she was going to say what she wanted to say ran through her head over and over again. This was it, this was possibly her ONE and ONLY chance to salvage her relationship with her son. She needed to separate the needs from wants in the time she had, or at least that's what she was thinking.

Isaak's bitter feelings weren't moved by his father's testimony, but instead by that of the various outlaws and strange people he'd met in the independent worlds. In any case, it started to weigh down on him when he realized he wasn't invincible. The trip through Kansas was dangerous; possibly the most frightening journey he'd been on. His salvation in that dire situation was a Liberty Rogue, a common criminal wandering just as he was. But even across the sector in the middle of nowhere people had heard of what had become of his mother. It was strange how many people thought so highly of her despite all the pain she'd caused. The more he thought about it, the more he was worried at how she'd react after he'd spoken his mind.

He really needed his father here.

The templar cut through the air just a kilometer over the ocean surface as he approached the island; Isaak knew he could handle the cruise engines running planetside so he decided to punch it for fun. Unfortunately, the spaceport on his approach vector didn't get the same type of kick out of it that he did. Armed Forces vessel, please reduce speed and state your intentions. The spaceport hailed. Right, just having some fun. I'm here on leave, any chance I could make a rush order for a docking slip? Preferably Military-exclusive? He replied, backing down his speed and raising his altitude slightly. Hangar 7B has two slips available, please confirm you are proceeding. Isaak plugged in the route as the flight control responded. Proceeding. Oddly simple...

Isaak had checked in with the OS&C customs, contrary to his expectations there were thousands of off-duty military personnel on Curacao. It made him a bit weary but also left him with very little explaining to do for the reason behind his visit. Bretonians and Libretonians were welcomed as heroes after the Gallic war came to an end; security was as relaxed as ever. Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best.

-10:00-

The planet really was paradise, the vast ocean was as clear as the sky. In some parts, it was difficult to tell apart where the water ended and the sand began. 'Mom could afford to live here? Of course, she could, she probably had an endless supply of personal blood money. ' Isaak thought to himself sarcastically, the thought was probably something worth asking about. There's no way his father would let her live like this without pulling her own weight, or maybe he would... There was so much he didn't know about their relationship, Lucien was reluctant to share the details from his end before the family was shattered into pieces.

Hopefully, all the secrets would come to light today... Hopefully.

Well if he's anything like his father maybe he'll appreciate... Rum? It had dawned on Anna that Isaak's birthday was less than a week ago, she was scouring through shelves and drawers to find something worth giving. Suddenly, she remembered something else.

The thought stopped her amidst the sudden panic attack, it might've been over a decade; but she still knew her son and her had at least one thing in common.

A knock on the door came in that same moment, the fear she thought was gone shot back down her spine in a split second. She snapped around and slowly began to approach the door. Once she was able to reach the doorknob, she took a deep breath. Don't mess this up, Anna. She muttered to herself as she finally opened the door to reveal her son standing before her. Both of them were in shock, but Anna was definitely the one more taken back by what she was seeing. Isaak had completely transformed from a small four-year-old that could barely walk to a twenty-year-old taller than her. She tried to bring herself to speak for a second but it was in vain. Mom, listen I'm sor- Anna threw herself onto Isaak and hugged him, he responded with the same. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she backed away, she didn't pay much attention to it. You look just like your father. She said, stuttering a bit as she did. Isaak smiled in return. The emotions of the moment started to overcome Isaak as well, he didn't pay much thought to how this would affect her.

Probably because he didn't know enough about her.

I thought you'd be just a little upset but, I guess I was wrong. Isaak said. Anna smiled in response.
No Isaak, I've missed you more than you know. I was afraid I lost you forever, all I ever wanted since your father came back to me was for us to be a family again. Whatever that might look like.
I think we can fix what was broken, I know I made it difficult. I'm sorry I took out all my blame on you... I don't know why-
Isaak. Anna cut him off. When I was your age, my father gave up on me. He was afraid, and I never forgave him for it. I left Gran Canaria that day thinking you were dead, I should've kept searching- The stuttering and crying didn't improve much, but it was in check enough for her to speak coherently.
You wanted to get dad back. Isaak cut her off.
It's no excuse, but my point is that you were still willing to face me even after what you heard about me - what you saw me as. You're twice the person I ever was, you don't know how happy I am to see you here, like this. I'm proud of you.
Bloody hell you're gonna make me cry too, come on - we've got a lot to catch up on.

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