Alex wasn't one to share, especially to a stranger, but he felt that the other man should know he understood, albeit in a different way.

"Before I arrived here, I was part of an organization of the wealthiest of the world. I was their puppet and toy, literally I was called the Player and they played with people's lives. I turned them down at first but they took my wife. The only way I could find clues was to tap into the resources they had. Don't get me wrong. I'm very good at what I do. I don't always just stop the opponents, sometimes I kill them and I don't regret it one bit. It takes me closer to Jen and the people that screwed with our lives. I shut down and put on blinders after her disappearance. There was a goal and come hell or high water, I'm going to reach it. Jen saved me from the darkness that threatened to turn off my humanity when I was just a hired killer for the highest paid countries."

That hadn't been all Alex had been. If it was, even Jen couldn't have saved him. There was and still is a spark that exists deep within. Sometimes it's deeper and harder to find.