[ She tells it fiercely, scowling. This twisted mirror of a nightmare that's latched itself onto this man is nothing resembling a human being, an unwelcome creature living off what's left of this man. She sympathizes, tries hard not to look too deeply at the horror that he's had to endure for far too long. His desperation makes her heart ache for him, her desire to protect spurring her onward with a strength she would never again underestimate.
And so she reaches out, her mind closing around the thing, and pulls. ]
I'm sorry, [ She says quietly to Bucky. ] this is going to hurt.
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[ She tells it fiercely, scowling. This twisted mirror of a nightmare that's latched itself onto this man is nothing resembling a human being, an unwelcome creature living off what's left of this man. She sympathizes, tries hard not to look too deeply at the horror that he's had to endure for far too long. His desperation makes her heart ache for him, her desire to protect spurring her onward with a strength she would never again underestimate.
And so she reaches out, her mind closing around the thing, and pulls. ]
I'm sorry, [ She says quietly to Bucky. ] this is going to hurt.