[ her eyes are closed as natasha's hand stills, as she offers that sympathy, as she suddenly opens up about her own childhood losses. it makes her feel connected, which is perhaps something she hadn't realized she needed again. she feels a little less inclined to run for the hills. ]

[ unmoored women. it's definitely how andy feels right now, half the reason she sought out natasha for the sex, for that distraction from the listlessness of longevity. ]

I don't remember my mother. I had sisters too. They're just shapes now, sometimes feelings. Knowing it's there and it existed but being unable to find it... living with that knowledge is sometimes worse than what's gone.

[ to be taken as a child and made into a weapon - because andy recognizes that's what natasha is explaining here, she has experience with child soldiers - there's loss in there that doesn't quite match andy's, but it's similar enough. ]

[ unmoored, again, the both of them, looking for tethers to replace the ones lost to time. ]

I'm sorry too. I can go back to the steppe and you can go back to Russia, but it'll never be quite the same.