It doesn't matter if you've been through worse. [In a way, that makes it worse, thinking Natasha sounds like a lot of other people in Hell - someone who deserves a break.]
You look like you could use a break, too. [And Sara means that with all sincerity when she says it.]
[It's Natasha's offer that makes her smile, rather flirtatiously. She suspects exactly Nat means a spar, and she's more than up for it, but that doesn't stop Sara from having a playful tone in her voice when she speaks.]
We usually drink it out. Why don't we sweat it out. This time.
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You?
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Maybe not quite that superlative. But I'm fine.
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[She sounds not very comfortable as she continues.]
Even after I turned you into a chew toy?
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[Is that true? Natasha shrugs. Who's keeping track.]
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[Sara drags in a deep breath. She knows there are marks on her own soul. What might this be doing to the people on the other side?]
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[It never has been. Not here, and not in Natasha's life. She only really knows the one way to deal with it.]
Don't worry about it, all right. I'll take care of the complications on my end.
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I still owe you an apology. I know, you know it wasn't really me, or what I wanted to do. It doesn't change anything.
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[Natasha shakes her head as well, shrugging. If there's a little bit of a shine around her eyes, she refuses to acknowledge it.]
If you insist on apologizing, I'll accept it, but I'm fine. I've been through worse.
[That is... well, mostly a lie. It's the first time she's died in Hell, and that holds a particular kind of horror.
But it's not one she'll put on Sara.]
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the whole thing.
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I'm sorry too. But it's done, and it's not you're fault.
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Unless you're apologizing for not running fast enough.
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I regret a lot of things, so you're allowed to regret that.
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You look like you could use a break.
[Rather than argue, Natasha slips into a different subject.]
You want to drink about it or sweat it out?
I love their CR, but we can probably handwave from here?
[It's Natasha's offer that makes her smile, rather flirtatiously. She suspects exactly Nat means a spar, and she's more than up for it, but that doesn't stop Sara from having a playful tone in her voice when she speaks.]
We usually drink it out. Why don't we sweat it out. This time.
Yup! This didn't have to be long.
[If the sparring leads to something else later, that's fine, but she definitely imagined sparring for this.]
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[With Sara, it might definitely lead to something else.]