[Natasha's fingers ghost along Andy's collarbone, then going still. She licks her lips, wondering if she shouldn't have left sooner, but she can't say she wants to leave now or that she wishes she weren't here.]
I'm sorry. That must be... I don't know.
[She's been about to say hard, but that seemed like such a platitude in the face of so much loss. She struggles briefly to find something to say that's less shallow, but how can she understand that much time?]
I don't remember my people either. [She tries after her pause, attempting for reciprocity, even if she can't offer sympathy.] Not for the same reason, though. The people who—who trained me took me from my family when I was an infant. I grew up thinking I'd been abandoned. I only found out later that they'd killed my mother and paid off my family. Whoever they were.
[There was no way to know now, no records. The weight of that admission weighs on Natasha and she drops her gaze, wondering if it would have been better not to bring herself into this at all.]
I don't know what it's like to have something like that and lose it, but I suppose... I do understand how it feels not to have a place in the world. Not being able to remember where you're really from.
[And she really is sorry. No one should have to live like that, not for so long.]
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I'm sorry. That must be... I don't know.
[She's been about to say hard, but that seemed like such a platitude in the face of so much loss. She struggles briefly to find something to say that's less shallow, but how can she understand that much time?]
I don't remember my people either. [She tries after her pause, attempting for reciprocity, even if she can't offer sympathy.] Not for the same reason, though. The people who—who trained me took me from my family when I was an infant. I grew up thinking I'd been abandoned. I only found out later that they'd killed my mother and paid off my family. Whoever they were.
[There was no way to know now, no records. The weight of that admission weighs on Natasha and she drops her gaze, wondering if it would have been better not to bring herself into this at all.]
I don't know what it's like to have something like that and lose it, but I suppose... I do understand how it feels not to have a place in the world. Not being able to remember where you're really from.
[And she really is sorry. No one should have to live like that, not for so long.]