


( that's all i can do. i'll keep at it and hope it gets better. )
( She leaves the clinic in Jon's hands and hangs her weapons up in her flat, exhaling and brushing down the fabric of the shirt she wears before Carl whisks her across the ocean in the usual, stomach-churning way he teleports. It's been months since she last visited the UK, but when Faith calls?
You answer. She certainly does. She promised to do so, anyway. Promised because Faith pulled it off, actually managed it.
Sure, the entire thing hasn't had the best fallout, but she's working on that. And Kate? Well, she believes that if anyone can, it's the same woman who pulled at the covers over her heart and made her think that maybe they did deserve more. Made her think that it was worth fighting, instead of just ignoring The Agency once she and Marc got what they wanted.
The woman who reminded her that Marc wanted to fight them, not just hide with his answers.
So she answers. And arrives, at their base in the UK. )
Hey.