[Natasha's memory goes back to a dance under the sea, how—melancholy, maybe? Restless and unhappy Andy had seemed during that mission. Natasha couldn't say she had loved it herself, busy with her own discomfort having her body altered without her consent, but she can imagine now how much older and deeper Andy's discomfort was.
She tucks her head, taking in the weight of that.]
It hasn't failed yet.
[They did get the orb in the end, and they saved some people.
She wonders how many people are still tender about the fact they hadn't been able to do more?]
I'd say you've earned putting yourself first a few times. Once every few thousand years.
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She tucks her head, taking in the weight of that.]
It hasn't failed yet.
[They did get the orb in the end, and they saved some people.
She wonders how many people are still tender about the fact they hadn't been able to do more?]
I'd say you've earned putting yourself first a few times. Once every few thousand years.