She shrugs, still fiddling with her hair, and looks into the fire.
"It had to be done." It wasn't like she had anything else to live for, anyway. All her family was dead, Schmidt was defeated, the war was basically over, and she'd let Bucky fall from that train to an icy grave below. The decision to sacrifice herself was an easy one to make.
She's grateful, now, that it didn't work. Her life on this side has been good. She's made good friends, done good deeds, eaten good food, et cetera. Bucky turned out to be alive after all, and they were able to reunite.
She's still sometimes struck by a kind of wistfulness for the peace of the ice, though.
"I don't really remember most of it. Just the quiet. And the cold." She shivers hard even though she's only feet away from crackling flames. "I don't like being cold."
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"It had to be done." It wasn't like she had anything else to live for, anyway. All her family was dead, Schmidt was defeated, the war was basically over, and she'd let Bucky fall from that train to an icy grave below. The decision to sacrifice herself was an easy one to make.
She's grateful, now, that it didn't work. Her life on this side has been good. She's made good friends, done good deeds, eaten good food, et cetera. Bucky turned out to be alive after all, and they were able to reunite.
She's still sometimes struck by a kind of wistfulness for the peace of the ice, though.
"I don't really remember most of it. Just the quiet. And the cold." She shivers hard even though she's only feet away from crackling flames. "I don't like being cold."