When she comes to join her on the couch, Yelena can’t help leaning her head onto the younger girls shoulder. Logically, she knows she shouldn’t put her burdens on a child; emotionally, Cassandra has been through as much as any Widow ever had by her age.
“She is gone… at home, too…” she admits, her voice quiet, accent thicker than usual from the emotion and her earlier crying. “She sacrificed herself for the world.” Her sister grew up a trained killer, the same as her, but she died a hero. At what cost? The worst one of all.
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:52 pm (UTC)“She is gone… at home, too…” she admits, her voice quiet, accent thicker than usual from the emotion and her earlier crying. “She sacrificed herself for the world.” Her sister grew up a trained killer, the same as her, but she died a hero. At what cost? The worst one of all.