It was true enough, killing family was never an easy task. Not that the task was difficult in and of itself, but rather the feelings that came along with it could be haunting, if you let them be. This was different, though. The woman in question had never truly been her family. She was strange, distant, and she had left when Aleyda was but a child. The woman might share her blood, but that did not make her family. Someone could be related by blood and be no more family than a hobo on the street, just as someone who was unrelated could be a better family than those with whom you share blood. This woman had betrayed all of them. No, she was not family, the two of them simply happened to share blood. She held no qualms about killing the woman, and she found it unlikely that she ever would.<br/><br/>Her eyes met his as he searched her intently just as she did. She could see the pain and torment that hid deep inside. The scars of a life that, like hers, was dark and brutal, filled with pain and suffering, disappointment and betrayal, lacking in the love that they needed but perhaps long ago gave up hoping for, or perhaps gave up believing in all together. While their circumstances hadn't been exactly the same, they amounted to the same, and the effects and outcomes were essentially the same. They were both scarred, afraid to trust, to believe in anything but pain, death, and disappointment.<br/><br/>She saw the pain behind his eyes as he traced the scar before he downed the liquid in the glass and placed his glass on the counter, opting instead to drink straight from the bottle. Considering she never drank the stuff anyways, she didn't particularly care. The liquid seemed to help and for but a brief moment she envied that. The alcohol rarely did anything to touch her. It couldn't ease her mind or dull her pain. She pushed the useless thoughts from her mind, reminding herself that it was pointless to dwell on things that could not be changed.<br/><br/>"Well, I imagine it would be foolish to simply barge in without a plan." she was joking and it showed as she chuckled lightly and took a long drink. "Well, I imagine we have the element of surprise, given that I doubt she anticipates the two of us teaming." she began, pausing for a brief moment. "You're the one with the intel on her. I know nothing outside of the fact that she is my cousin and what you've told me. Do you have any suggestions?" she asked, staring across at him. The difference between what she would have expected of him and what had apparently become the reality was not lost on her. She gathered that it wasn't quite normal for him, as he seemed as surprised by it as she did, if not more so. But she, like him, had no answer as to why. She could speculate, but she wasn't much for speculation unless it was based on something founded. This would simply be a guess, which she wasn't comfortable making.