Alex had learned early on in this that this story wasn't one that had any big overarching senses of justice or fairness--in many ways the decks were stacked against them starting with Strand and moving the whole way on down to Robbie Hochman. In so many ways it felt like Alex really wasn't doing enough quickly enough and now because of that, here was Simon who has been trying to help her for longer than Alex wants to think about now and she couldn't save him. At least she hadn't saved him from this fate--but she's not giving up yet.

Instead, Alex just shakes her head and lets out a little bit of a sniffle. "There has to be some way to fix it, Simon. I refuse to believe otherwise." The thickness of tears crawls up over her vocal cords, and the hand that had been touching the grin moves to cup against his cheek instead. "This didn't happen overnight. You could talk to me in Turkey," there's something pleading almost about it. "It hasn't been that long for it..."

But Alex sniffs again and she shakes her head. "We're going to fix it. I am going to fix it, Simon. We'll find one of Warren's machines or a copy of the one Duris had based on his journal. Strand's going to be going to Geneva but I can head out to New York and see..."