Disclaimer: Don't own Alias, Sydney or Irina. Ha, like you ever thought I did anyways.
This is just a little look into what Irina was thinking, in my opinion, right before she died, and for real this time.
As she lay there time seemed to stop. She knew that she was dead, the glass wouldn't hold much longer and she would then plunge to her death, but then at least all of her retched life would be over. She had not been the best wife or mother and for that, although she would never let anyone really know, she was sorry. She looked over at her daughter's outreached hand, she was pleading with her mother to grab hold, but that was something that she could not do.
She thought of all that she had done, she had made Jack fall in love with an illusion and had used both of her daughters to gain an immortality that end the end was too elusive to hold and keep. But that hadn't been all; that was just what people thought they knew. In reality she had fallen in love with the American that she was spying on and wept over the loss of both of her daughters when the mother country took them from her so cruelly. After spending years with wet cheeks she swore to never cry again and she kept that oath. Beneath her cold exterior she was glad that her eldest daughter had found happiness and mourned the death of Nadia, the pain cutting deeper than any knife she had ever wielded and more damaging than any bullet she ever shot.
Now Sydney was the only one left, Nadia was gone along with Jack and she had only moments left to live. She thought of her life and the things that went unspoken. She only hoped that Sydney knew the life of a spy well enough to see past her composer as the glass broke. In the end she thought she saw a flicker of understanding and love in her daughter's eyes as she plunged, indeed as she fell to grace.
the end