It was never a lie. Not for Yelena, too young to understand any of it at the time. It made her separation from them perhaps even harder. But it was the thought of the reunion of them that saved so many of her nights in the barracks with the other Widows. One day, she’d escape, she would find them again.
And she had. And it had been an absolute disaster. But Yelena wouldn’t trade her family for anything in the world. They were hers, the rest didn’t matter.
She lifts her gaze to meet Melina’s. “You’re going to make me cry more,” she complains, a tiny pout on her lips, but she nods, gives her the answer she was waiting for, “Yes… we- we will. We can track the other Widows down, reverse the subjugation, give them new identity. New lives… it’s what she would want.” She blinks back the tears trying to build again. “You will help me, won’t you, Mama?”
What family remained they had now, and none of them seemed inclined to let it slip away again.
"No, no crying. It gives wrinkles."
She took her shoulders and gripped them firmly. "I am with you, and we will help our sisters. No one need suffer what the program has put them through ever again."
And she could help with the chemical and mental programming aspects of what had been done, she was in a unique position to undo the damage she'd caused. Not something she'd ever thought she could do but the world was a different place now than it had been years ago.
The comment gets a half-hearted scoff from her, at least. Better than the alternative.
Doesn’t stop her eyes from glistening at the agreement to do what they can for the other women trapped in the schemes of the Red Room. “We can fix it,” she nods, fingers of one hand lingering on her mother’s wrist at her shoulder. “together…” how they should have been all along.
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And she had.
And it had been an absolute disaster.
But Yelena wouldn’t trade her family for anything in the world. They were hers, the rest didn’t matter.
She lifts her gaze to meet Melina’s. “You’re going to make me cry more,” she complains, a tiny pout on her lips, but she nods, gives her the answer she was waiting for, “Yes… we- we will. We can track the other Widows down, reverse the subjugation, give them new identity. New lives… it’s what she would want.” She blinks back the tears trying to build again. “You will help me, won’t you, Mama?”
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"No, no crying. It gives wrinkles."
She took her shoulders and gripped them firmly. "I am with you, and we will help our sisters. No one need suffer what the program has put them through ever again."
And she could help with the chemical and mental programming aspects of what had been done, she was in a unique position to undo the damage she'd caused. Not something she'd ever thought she could do but the world was a different place now than it had been years ago.
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Doesn’t stop her eyes from glistening at the agreement to do what they can for the other women trapped in the schemes of the Red Room. “We can fix it,” she nods, fingers of one hand lingering on her mother’s wrist at her shoulder. “together…” how they should have been all along.