"It wasn't all bad," she admitted, willingly walking over to the couch with him and sitting slowly, leaning into him. "At first...I had just arrived from Tony's funeral. Before I went to SWORD to find...you. But earlier this year I awoke with memories of what happened there, and in Westview," she said quietly. Her eyes fell to their joined hands, a mix of emotions too complicated to fully understand washing over her.
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