Monika gave a half smile at Emil' words, though his words were strained they seemed... genuine like he understood at least in part where she was coming from. Monika knew that dry chuckle all too well, an attempt to lighten the tone of something that brought out the darkest memories one could have. it was clear that these words didn't come easily to him so she thought about putting a comforting hand on Emil's shoulder but hesitated, giving comfort to others was not something she was used to and with how she would react if someone she barely knew did that, she felt it best that she kept her hand down. 

Monika chose her next words carefully. She knew Emil was right her family was everything to her now, they were her reason to get up in the morning, her reason to keep going even through her darker moments and they were the reason she was there in Necropolis. Her life had changed so much in two years; she'd gone from a scared and alone woman who was afraid to put faith in anyone for fear of losing everything again, to someone who was far more confident and friendly with those around her, someone who'd come out of her shell so much that she was almost unrecognisable to those who met her two years prior but no matter what she couldn't shake the past no matter how hard she tried. She gave a deep sigh and nodded her head to Emil's words [colour=limegreen]"You're right Emil I shouldn't let it poison them, but whether they like it or not they're intertwined with it now as much as I am. Unfortunately for my son, my past is his past no matter how much I wish it wasn't. There's simply no escaping the reality of who his father was and that's the unavoidable truth."[/colour]

[colour=limegreen]"And as for my husband."[/colour] she says bringing her wedding ring up to her mouth and kissing it before giving a little smile. [colour=limegreen]"Whether he quite imagined just how deep my demons lurk, he was tainted with them the moment he fell for me, the fool."[/colour] she said with a slight dry chuckle. Throughout her little talk with Emil, she noticed the larger BoS member shift positions to watch her and Servius. Obviously, he caught a glimpse of her bumping shoulders with him and for good reason doesn't want anyone starting a fight in his home. Monika had no intention of starting anything with Servius, she planned to make it out of this hell hole alive if possible. Although she wouldn't admit it deep down she wanted to talk to him, he was the only one in those five years who showed her anything in the way of compassion; the friendly smiles, the thank yous, the not treating her like the dirt beneath his feet. Whether it be her own morbid curiosity as to what's happened to the Legion since she fled or just to talk to someone she knew and doesn't want to kill immediately. 

Emil was probably the first stranger who understood to an extent what she'd been through, it was a nice change if she was honest with herself. She probably wouldn't open up about anything, but she guessed he would understand not to pry too deep if she ever said anything else to him. She got up from the floor and turned to Emil. [colour=limegreen]"You want any food or maybe just some booze?"[/colour] she said with a small smile.