She was unsure, if she was honest.
She had made her stance clear, and she felt she was right, but…
Grant would have told her she was wrong, that she was certain of. He'd have sighed and crossed his arms with a shake of his head "Really Ruth?"
Grant would have agreed with Alan. He'd have told her that she needed to forgive him, that it wasn't her grudge to hold. That if Scott and Virgil couldn't move on, then she would have to be strong enough to hold the family together until they worked out their problems. How was she meant to forgive this, though?
How was he her Johnny?
Grant believed in everyone, that everything could be forgiven. That everyone deserved a second chance.
Sometimes she wondered if it was that faith in humanity, that drive to protect, that Jeff had inherited. If it was that that gave rise to International Rescue. He'd lost Lucy and his father and had to make sure that no one else suffered like him.
She wouldn't have been surprised, all her sons had had that. They'd all gone into public service.
The boys, however, hadn't gone into that area, but they had joined their father's dream.
She didn't know how Jeff had gotten them to join, and honestly, she didn't want to. They hadn't wanted to join. They had their own lives, careers in the making that they loved, and then suddenly they were here, angry and bitter.
The already damaged bridges between Scott, Virgil, John, and their father were all but shattered in that moment. Alan and Gordon were too young to really say no to him. Gordon hadn't been happy, he had his dreams and he was aiming for the stars, but he'd followed his brothers.
She sighed, heart heavy and aching.
She needed Grant, he'd know what to do.
He always had.