[ She positively snorts at the throwaway porno comment. ]
Oh, well, thank goodness for small favors and that there's no other way to tell the two of us apart except for the height difference.
[ Talia even feels comfortable enough to toss in a wink before taking the time to fill their shot glasses and toss it back. ]
Not someone I know, then. I guess that's an actual small favor this round. Hell, all three rounds that I've been present for - that the overlords didn't attach a house and children to the unions.
I don't know that there would be enough children to go around. Luckily there don't seem to be many around and the ones there are are all at least teenagers. I suppose God takes mercy on the young.
[She says that very wryly.It would be a much harder time being in Hell if they were surrounded by actual children. And probably much harder to pretend this is the real thing.]
They'd rather have us play the role now, it seems. Not that that doesn't get weird enough on its own.
[ With a disturbed frown, Natalia's mind briefly delves into a darker territory, that there might be ways around that from clones to the demons themselves, but she doesn't think there's much reason giving these nightmare hypotheticals a voice. ]
About as weird as celebrating Christmas here.
[ The redhead moves to take a drink, only to pause with the bottle hovering near her lips. ]
You know, I should probably take the alcohol away from you and make you feel this. Deal with it more properly than through drink.
[ Eyes dart to the movement, but Natalia keeps a level tone. ]
A distraction is still a distraction and if alcohol has already been involved, then I don't think you're feeling it enough. We do better with clear minds to figure out the next steps. Mammon robbed you all of the option of consensus, so don't let him steal anything else. Find - (( deep breaths, Natalia, deep breaths )) Find something to take back.
I'm not that drunk. [Which is a statement, considering the amount she's had. But Natasha doesn't have a super soldier's metabolism, even if she's always had a high tolerance.] And I'm not giving up. I'm just... processing.
It's not just the wedding. That's the most recent thing, but it's month after month, choice after choice, and I'm tired of it.
And what if there's a place where our choices aren't made for us? What if redemption means either going to that place or...or, shit, being resurrected? Bucky is going to get out of here sooner than later; I know you didn't miss how much he changed between the last time we saw him alive and his return. He's so close to getting out. [ Natalia is tearing up, that feeling of overwhelming pride and love seeping into the conversation. ] If someone like Barnes is capable, who was brainwashed and yet shouldered the blame anyway, then why not a Widow?
[ Her tone starts with a subtle hint of urgency and franticness, though it ends with warmth and determination. Talia thinks about saying something regards monsters and monstrous things, but she instead swallows it down. ]
[Natasha asks with more than normal affect. That could be down to the liquor, or it could be a mark of just how rattled she is. The real answer probably lays in some combination of the two.]
The redemption is a scam. Even if it is real—and allowing that is an awful big hypothetical—the system is rigged. It's one step forward and two back. The whole idea of this place it to prove that we're not fit for redemption. That given the chance, most of us will drink and fuck and to hell with all of this pain and self-reflection. It's bullshit.
People don't get out because they're redeemed. They just leave. They come and go, and there's no system to it, but they dangle the promise of redemption in front of us to keep people playing along. Keep people suffering for because they hope it's a way out, because this whole goddamn place is committed to a gimmick.
[Natasha pauses, lips pressed together, and pours herself another shot. She doesn't break eye contact as she does.
It takes her a moment to collect herself, but after she takes the shot, her tone is even again if huskier than normal.]
Barnes is different from me. He's getting out because he's not dead. Because eventually, whatever it is they do to bring us here, it's going to let him go and when it does, he has somewhere to go to.
He never needed to be redeemed in the first place.
[ With a measured deep breath and a level tone, Natalia holds her younger self's gaze, demeanor controlled despite the cataclysmic emotions toiling away inside. ]
It doesn't matter whether or not I buy into it. Someone used to think that those who rebelled were either sent to another level of Hell or turned into the ghosts that haunt this place, the ones who possess others. He said, quote, "Lucifer and the Veiled Order have both said that's what happens to people who try to rebel against him." And when a friend of his was no longer around, Lucifer informed him it was because that person had been redeemed, however he called bullshit simply because of that person's behavior. That they had no remorse or regrets.
[ Natalia shrugs, unable to weigh in when she didn't know Ivar and barely knew Dodger. ]
The point is, there's no harm in trying whereas not trying actually does cause harm. I don't even know whether or not I myself want to go for it or if what I found here is worth staying for. Because you're right, it sure as fuck is one step forward and far too many backward.
[ For the sake of doing so, Natalia confirms that they're still alone, that no one is (or is about to) enter Natasha's room, and she scoots closer so that her lowered tones are better heard. ]
So, what's the plan? Take over? Carve out a space for ourselves?
[ Even though those suggest staying, just not staying on Lucifer and Company's terms. Squalo certainly thinks he can put down roots in his own slice of 'land'. And then there's the slow moving Thing Waverly mentioned regarding Fitz. ]
[ Seeing as Natasha is equally skilled at catching things others aren't meant to, she'll possibly notice the brief tension that sets Natalia's shoulders at the mention of Steve. It's used as a segue. ]
Though I'm not at liberty to explain what or why, it not being my story to tell, I think it's at least safe enough to let you know that I can no longer associate with Rogers. It's...he's one of two reasons I didn't feel comfortable sharing a room on the ship with you.
Hm. Well, that probably depends on your definition of doing it better.
[The tension doesn't go unnoticed. Natasha is still considering what it might mean or if it's her place to ask when Natalia volunteers... well, not the reason, but when she acknowledges reaction and addresses it.
She taps the bottom of her upended shot glass but doesn't turn it back over.]
I can respect if it's not your secret to share, but I do have to ask a follow up question or two. If answering them breaches someone else's privacy, feel free not to answer...
Will whatever's going on between the two of you get in the way of me getting him out of here?
[ The redhead squirms, uncomfortable. If Rogers has actually accepted his behavior for the abuse that it is and continues to atone for it, owns it, never touches someone like that again, then no. But Natalia is trying to find a way to answer without committing to certain things. ]
I can only say that it depends. He's done nothing to me specifically.
That explains why it's not something for you to tell.
[It doesn't answer he question, though, which while Natasha had allowed that no answer was acceptable—and she meant it—but the choice not to answer has certain implications.]
Is this something I should be concerned about?
[Because Natasha is not above pulling at threads, but at the same time she has plenty of things to be concerned about without digging into rifts between her friends.]
[ Natalia almost wishes that, in this moment, her other self could simply read her mind. That she'd hear or see the shit Natalia knows without Nat having broken her promise. It doesn't seem fair nor right to be unable to at least give a warning. A (not so) simple 'just be careful'. She's staring at the other Natasha and wanting so desperately to convey that that Talia doesn't realize she's about to break the vodka bottle gripped in one hand. With a rushed intake of breath, Nat licks her lips, presses them into her mouth. ]
If the situation changes, you are on the list of first to know. It's been taken care of, so far as I'm aware.
[ Rogers hasn't done anything to Natasha or Bucky yet. Again, so far as she's aware. Maybe it'll stay that way. That they'll never have to experience what Setsuna and others have. ]
[Natasha can't read minds, not even her other self's mind. She has been trained to read microexpressions and the implications in words, to be able to tease out information from bread crumbs and minor slips.
She doesn't know what Natalia's thinking, but she can see the concern.
She might get something of the intention. Nothing as clear as a 'be careful,' but red flag, a reason to watch for signs something's off with Steve or that he's been compromised somehow. But until she sees some sign, it may just have to be that.]
In that case, I'll let it be for now. And I won't invite both of you to the same parties.
[Natasha sighs. She's tired. Tired, and unsure what to do with most of the conversation that they've had aside from sleep on it and try to tease apart the implications when she's clearer headed.
[ She makes a small affirming sound and caps her bottle. ]
To recap - sometimes it sucks and it's weird, however it's not enough to want to break up with you. Speaking for myself, of course. And as for the marriage, maybe there will be options to nullify it, maybe not, and if there's a wedding...( waves a hand ) I don't know, maybe I'll be the fucking flower spider. Probably not, but.
[ But she's being genuine about wanting to keep their relationship, feeling better having told both Bucky and Tasha what's been going on on her end. ]
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Oh, well, thank goodness for small favors and that there's no other way to tell the two of us apart except for the height difference.
[ Talia even feels comfortable enough to toss in a wink before taking the time to fill their shot glasses and toss it back. ]
Not someone I know, then. I guess that's an actual small favor this round. Hell, all three rounds that I've been present for - that the overlords didn't attach a house and children to the unions.
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[She says that very wryly.It would be a much harder time being in Hell if they were surrounded by actual children. And probably much harder to pretend this is the real thing.]
They'd rather have us play the role now, it seems. Not that that doesn't get weird enough on its own.
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About as weird as celebrating Christmas here.
[ The redhead moves to take a drink, only to pause with the bottle hovering near her lips. ]
You know, I should probably take the alcohol away from you and make you feel this. Deal with it more properly than through drink.
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You think I'm not feeling it? [Natasha asks, her fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle.]
That's an interesting observation.
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A distraction is still a distraction and if alcohol has already been involved, then I don't think you're feeling it enough. We do better with clear minds to figure out the next steps. Mammon robbed you all of the option of consensus, so don't let him steal anything else. Find - (( deep breaths, Natalia, deep breaths )) Find something to take back.
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It's not just the wedding. That's the most recent thing, but it's month after month, choice after choice, and I'm tired of it.
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[ She now looks to the alterations Natasha has accumulated, pausing on each with an empathetic and yet very frustrated demeanor. ]
It's not that simple, obviously, otherwise the experiment would have already failed.
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[Natasha's head snaps up at that and she sets the bottle of vodka down, her expression serious as she puts it aside and meets Natalia's blue eyes.]
I'm not getting out. That's never been on the priority list.
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[ Her tone starts with a subtle hint of urgency and franticness, though it ends with warmth and determination. Talia thinks about saying something regards monsters and monstrous things, but she instead swallows it down. ]
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[Natasha asks with more than normal affect. That could be down to the liquor, or it could be a mark of just how rattled she is. The real answer probably lays in some combination of the two.]
The redemption is a scam. Even if it is real—and allowing that is an awful big hypothetical—the system is rigged. It's one step forward and two back. The whole idea of this place it to prove that we're not fit for redemption. That given the chance, most of us will drink and fuck and to hell with all of this pain and self-reflection. It's bullshit.
People don't get out because they're redeemed. They just leave. They come and go, and there's no system to it, but they dangle the promise of redemption in front of us to keep people playing along. Keep people suffering for because they hope it's a way out, because this whole goddamn place is committed to a gimmick.
[Natasha pauses, lips pressed together, and pours herself another shot. She doesn't break eye contact as she does.
It takes her a moment to collect herself, but after she takes the shot, her tone is even again if huskier than normal.]
Barnes is different from me. He's getting out because he's not dead. Because eventually, whatever it is they do to bring us here, it's going to let him go and when it does, he has somewhere to go to.
He never needed to be redeemed in the first place.
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It doesn't matter whether or not I buy into it. Someone used to think that those who rebelled were either sent to another level of Hell or turned into the ghosts that haunt this place, the ones who possess others. He said, quote, "Lucifer and the Veiled Order have both said that's what happens to people who try to rebel against him." And when a friend of his was no longer around, Lucifer informed him it was because that person had been redeemed, however he called bullshit simply because of that person's behavior. That they had no remorse or regrets.
[ Natalia shrugs, unable to weigh in when she didn't know Ivar and barely knew Dodger. ]
The point is, there's no harm in trying whereas not trying actually does cause harm. I don't even know whether or not I myself want to go for it or if what I found here is worth staying for. Because you're right, it sure as fuck is one step forward and far too many backward.
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She's not sure what else there is to say.
It seems to her like they both have what they wanted to say and more out of their system.
Finally she turns the shot glass over, setting it mouth down on the table to signal she's done for the moment.]
I'm not saying I'm not trying to do something. But it's not getting out. It's not staying either.
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So, what's the plan? Take over? Carve out a space for ourselves?
[ Even though those suggest staying, just not staying on Lucifer and Company's terms. Squalo certainly thinks he can put down roots in his own slice of 'land'. And then there's the slow moving Thing Waverly mentioned regarding Fitz. ]
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[She's almost flattered, though.]
I'm mostly focusing on finding a way to get other people out. Barnes. Steve. The rest of them.
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[ Seeing as Natasha is equally skilled at catching things others aren't meant to, she'll possibly notice the brief tension that sets Natalia's shoulders at the mention of Steve. It's used as a segue. ]
Though I'm not at liberty to explain what or why, it not being my story to tell, I think it's at least safe enough to let you know that I can no longer associate with Rogers. It's...he's one of two reasons I didn't feel comfortable sharing a room on the ship with you.
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[The tension doesn't go unnoticed. Natasha is still considering what it might mean or if it's her place to ask when Natalia volunteers... well, not the reason, but when she acknowledges reaction and addresses it.
She taps the bottom of her upended shot glass but doesn't turn it back over.]
I can respect if it's not your secret to share, but I do have to ask a follow up question or two. If answering them breaches someone else's privacy, feel free not to answer...
Will whatever's going on between the two of you get in the way of me getting him out of here?
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I can only say that it depends. He's done nothing to me specifically.
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[It doesn't answer he question, though, which while Natasha had allowed that no answer was acceptable—and she meant it—but the choice not to answer has certain implications.]
Is this something I should be concerned about?
[Because Natasha is not above pulling at threads, but at the same time she has plenty of things to be concerned about without digging into rifts between her friends.]
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If the situation changes, you are on the list of first to know. It's been taken care of, so far as I'm aware.
[ Rogers hasn't done anything to Natasha or Bucky yet. Again, so far as she's aware. Maybe it'll stay that way. That they'll never have to experience what Setsuna and others have. ]
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She doesn't know what Natalia's thinking, but she can see the concern.
She might get something of the intention. Nothing as clear as a 'be careful,' but red flag, a reason to watch for signs something's off with Steve or that he's been compromised somehow. But until she sees some sign, it may just have to be that.]
In that case, I'll let it be for now. And I won't invite both of you to the same parties.
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I can handle parties. It's anything that would be more intimate I prefer to avoid.
[ She feels exhausted from the rollercoaster that this conversation embarked on, and her sigh reflects as much. ]
This really took a turn and plummet, da?
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[Natasha sighs. She's tired. Tired, and unsure what to do with most of the conversation that they've had aside from sleep on it and try to tease apart the implications when she's clearer headed.
If that ever happens.]
But it's okay. Probably good to get that aired.
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To recap - sometimes it sucks and it's weird, however it's not enough to want to break up with you. Speaking for myself, of course. And as for the marriage, maybe there will be options to nullify it, maybe not, and if there's a wedding...( waves a hand ) I don't know, maybe I'll be the fucking flower spider. Probably not, but.
[ But she's being genuine about wanting to keep their relationship, feeling better having told both Bucky and Tasha what's been going on on her end. ]
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[Natasha shrugs and tries a slight smile. It's not especially happy, but it returns the sentiment.]
I'm glad we won't have to start dividing up our shared friends.
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