Peace and quiet. A little alone time. A few sacred moments that she could use to clear her head - that's all she wanted. That's all she needed. Sasha was desperate for a few moments by herself, and honestly the only place that she could think of where peace and quiet were even slightly possible was Killzone's dolphin den. She hadn't seen too many people use it; maybe it was the posters, or maybe they thought the music was a little off-putting. Killzone was big and terrifying, at least in Sasha's mind, and so she gave a sigh of relief upon entering the cave only to find it completely vacant.

Clutching her flute's case to her chest, Sasha gingerly lowered herself into a garishly-patterned beanbag. Polishing her flute had always helped to clear her mind when she wasn't able to play it; in such close quarters, she felt as if she'd already lucked out when she played for Jerry - she didn't want to press her luck again, but it was soothing just to have the flute nearby. Within reach, there if she needed it.

Unlatching the pockmarked leather case, Sasha opened the lid and took a brief moment to run her fingers over the mellow, rich gold before she withdrew a butter-soft polishing cloth from a pouch in the lid of the case. Leaving the flute disassembled, Sasha started to gently buff the gleaming body of the flute. As she did so, she allowed her thoughts to wander. It didn't take long for that list to consume her thoughts, and Sasha's brow furrowed as she mulled over what it meant.

Breeding program. Sasha wasn't sure how she felt about that, and she wasn't sure how she felt about the meaning behind it. Sasha had never been one to appreciate deep, dark secrets, and it was jarring to know that she might've been approached by the Deus recruiter simply because of her bloodline, her heritage. The strangest thing was that she didn't have any family. She knew nothing of her mother or her mother's family, and the only thing she was certain of was the fact that her papa hadn't been a hunter. There was no way that he could have been; he'd always been home taking care of her, not off traipsing around to the farthest reaches of the planet.

That only left one option, since her papa had no family living - at least that he spoke of - and there had never been talk of any living family on her mother's side. It had to mean that her mother had been a hunter. Though, really, Sasha couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother would leave behind their child like that? Sasha didn't even have the vaguest memories of her mother. In truth, she didn't remember much of her childhood at all. She could just vaguely recall a woman with long, dark hair and blue eyes much like her own. Was that her mama?

Sasha had never dared talk to her papa about her mother. Each time she did, he only got upset with her. Very upset. It usually ended in him drinking, and then that would usually end in him yelling at her; bouts of depression and even more heavy drinking would follow, and Sasha hated being the cause of his upset. It seemed like she always had been, more often than not, and thinking about that depressed Sasha.

Forcing herself to relax, Sasha started humming to the music that lilted throughout the room. It wasn't half-bad, she supposed, though it wasn't anything near what she was used to. Exhaling loudly, Sasha forced herself to focus on the circular motions she made with the soft cloth that she used to polish the flute.

2000. She ran the pad of her thumb over the engraving. The same number that was on that darned list. Sasha narrowed her eyes as she mulled that over. Did it mean anything? If so, what? What could it mean. The flute had only been a gift, a present from her papa. Shaking her head, Sasha placed the neck of the flute back in the case before she picked up the mouthpiece. She gave a it quick swipe of the cloth before she tucked it back into the case. The body of the flute was next, and as Sasha polished it, her thoughts returned once more to the list.

To the list, and to the doctor.

It had been so nice to even hear his voice on the phone, probably because Sasha knew that he held the answers to the questions that she had. The why's, the what's, the who's. It was frustrating to have all these questions only to have the answers out of reach. Frustrating, and it was starting to take its toll on Sasha. Usually so happy-go-lucky, she was feeling more and more irritated with each second that passed. She could only hope that the doctor returned sooner rather than later so that they could talk to him. It helped to know that she wasn't alone in this - Bix was, and more importantly, Jerry was too.

Having finished with the polishing of her flute, Sasha tucked everything back into place before she heaved herself out of the beanbag seat. Perfect timing, because the music was starting to give her a big, stinking headache.

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