[Ava can feel her gaze, but she doesn't flinch under it. She bears the weight of it, keeps her gaze on Ivan and the small redhead. It's hard to look away from this, the memory, the implicit horror.
It plays out, Ivan trying to teach her something: not just about fighting, but about her place in the world. There was no room for her hatred; she was a weapon. As the memory expands, there are other little girls. All of them about the same age.
And that's when it becomes clear there's a flicker here. It's subtle in the fight itself, but once it's obvious that the little girls that watch change, it's easier to pick out that there are actually two little girls. That this is one memory overlaid ontop of another.
That's a story she doesn't like to share. And so she turns, follows after Dutch, hoping she can outdistance the questions.]
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It plays out, Ivan trying to teach her something: not just about fighting, but about her place in the world. There was no room for her hatred; she was a weapon. As the memory expands, there are other little girls. All of them about the same age.
And that's when it becomes clear there's a flicker here. It's subtle in the fight itself, but once it's obvious that the little girls that watch change, it's easier to pick out that there are actually two little girls. That this is one memory overlaid ontop of another.
That's a story she doesn't like to share. And so she turns, follows after Dutch, hoping she can outdistance the questions.]
There's got to be a way out of this place.