<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Kari nodded as Damien spoke, her eyes focused on him. “Right then,” Kari continued, acutely aware of Damien’s tone, and knowing that she wasn’t helping it at all. “Whenever you want to begin then, I’ll be ready and willing to learn. I know you can do a lot of the work, but I’ll pull my weight too. Last thing I want to be is just some figurehead who’s there for a name and to look good,” she added, somewhat nervously. Deep down, she was kicking herself for just how unprepared she was for this to happen.<br/><br/><em>No, that’s not true,</em>Kari scolded herself.<em>You didn’t prepare because you didn’t want it to happen, and as such, you didn’t want to think about it. You had hoped that this day would never come, despite the very real dangers of what we do. And it’s happened and you need to grow up and deal with it.</em><br/><br/>Which made it even more important that she learned the truth of how her father died. Hearing it from Damien, his words raw, blunt and honest, stripped away the last of those illusions, instead making sure that knew every last gory detail of what happened. There was no way that Damien could have saved Carlos, and the simple fact was that his death was anything but a glorious last stand.<em>And that’s the truth of what we do,</em>Kari accepted.<em>And now it’s my job to save us.</em><br/><br/>She nodded to Damien. “Thank you. I promise, I’ll do the best for all of us. It’s… its what dad would have wanted.” Kari gave a small smile, one that probably didn’t help Damien’s mood any. She awkwardly offered him a hand, an attempt to bridge the gap between the pair of them. “If there’s nothing else, then, I’ll take my leave.”<br/>