944 Setting His Mind At Ease
This was a horrific realization, but not one that was definite.
"This isn't certain, though. We can't go thinking like this," David said, trying to rid his mind of that thought.
"Yeah, I've been telling myself that for the last few days. But my mind just won't let the matter rest. I'm scared I may have made things so much worse for humanity simply by being forceful..."
David shook his head.
"C'mon, wolfy. Even if you have, it's not like humanity is already better off in terms of strength. I'm so much stronger now than I was last time, and you are leagues above what you ended like. That is, without counting all the others awakened that follow you,
"If you really did create the worst monster in existence, then at least you can say you redeem yourself by being a beacon of strength that can protect the people, no?" David said, trying to give him a silver lining.
Alex scoffed lightly, unsure he deserved a silver lining. If he had really sent a bitter Solomon through time, and given him the tools to go after Gaius, even if it meant sacrificing a few worlds on the way, wouldn't he bear all those deaths on his shoulders?
The thought alone was enough to make his body slump forward a bit.
Looking at the table, David erased the charts, knowing there was no point in explaining magic circles anymore. Alex wouldn't be a good audience, and all the information would land on deaf ears. NewW novels updates at novelhall.com
He brought back the briefing notes that he had out earlier and looked at the downtrodden Alex with a tired smile.
"Go get some rest. Korea is on an inverted clock from ours, and we will probably get there early morning tomorrow for them. Right now is probably our only chance to catch a few Zs."
Alex nodded, his mind heavy with the possibility of what he had done. As he was leaving, though, David's voice reached out to him.
"And Alex."
He turned his head halfway, barely enough to see David in the corner of his eye.
"Major. Do you have an estimated time of arrival in local time and trip duration for me?" he asked, keeping it professional.
"I do, sir. It'll take us a bit an estimated three hours to reach London, where we are picking up a few more people, as well as refuelling, before leaving for China, to pick up our last passenger before making our way to Jeju.
"After refuelling, we will be in London for about an hour before making our way to Wuhan, which will take us another approximately five hours. After another quick refuel stop, we pick up our last passenger, and then we're en route to Jeju.
"The last leg of the trip should take about an hour, since we will be practically here already. So, in total, with our two one-hour stops, we will be there in approximately eleven hours.
"Calculating that Korea is thirteen hours later than Montreal, where we left from, and that we left around ten o'clock, we should get to Jeju at around the same time tomorrow, sir."
Alex was a bit frazzled by the amount of stops they had to take, but then again, he wouldn't have expected the plane to hold enough fuel for the entire trip, either.
"Would we have been able to do the trip in a single flight if we didn't have to stop anywhere?" he asked, out of curiosity.
But the pilot shook her head.
"Sadly, this plane doesn't hold enough fuel for that. But we could have limited our stops to one, or taken a mid-flight refuel, as this plane is capable of such. In the latter case, we wouldn't have to land at all, and taking the shortest route, the entire trip would have taken about six hours," she claimed.
Alex was impressed by how much shorter this could have been. But they needed to make those stops, regardless.
"Then I will go get some rest. If something happens, have someone wake me up," Alex said, before turning on his heels.
"Yes, sir," the pilot replied, thinking, 'As if there was anything you could do...'
Returning to his seat, Alex repeated what he had been told, and tilted the seat back to take a nap. He wasn't particularly tired, but he figured a quick nap would distract his mind from the negative thoughts.
Boy, was he mistaken.