Home. [Said with the soft resignation of someone who lost it long before the Storm enveloped her world. She shakes her head and balls her hands into fists until she can feel the pinpricks of her nails on her palms. The scene still doesn't change.
She wants to yell at her younger self to not be stupid and not let Pietro out of her sight, but it wouldn't do any good. They aren't actually here.]
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She wants to yell at her younger self to not be stupid and not let Pietro out of her sight, but it wouldn't do any good. They aren't actually here.]
But this was months ago.