[The memory isn't a pleasant one. It isn't one she likes to revisit in her mind. Ohio was nice, a falsehood, but almost normal. Losing that was hard on Natasha, too. Harder than she wanted to admit at the time, because Nat knew what she was going back to. She knew what they did to little girls and the weapons they turn them into. She knew what they were going to turn Yelena into, too.
When reality sets in, the black clears to the colors of the fae party around them, it seems too bright, and she has to blink herself before she hears the other little girl's question, the girl that is still here. Nat clears her throat.]
No. [She can hear Yelena's contempt in her ears. That she escaped. She swallows before bending down to look at the younger girl.]
But we did find each other again. [Before it was too late.]
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When reality sets in, the black clears to the colors of the fae party around them, it seems too bright, and she has to blink herself before she hears the other little girl's question, the girl that is still here. Nat clears her throat.]
No. [She can hear Yelena's contempt in her ears. That she escaped. She swallows before bending down to look at the younger girl.]
But we did find each other again. [Before it was too late.]