( there’s a part of her that feels guilty for assuming that what had been done had to be bad — how could it be, when the spirit had seemed so relieved? still, messing with memories is so anathem to natasha that she can’t imagine it being a good thing; people didn’t belong in other people’s heads. especially not influencing their free will.
(but that’s definitely just her projecting by now.)
folding her arms over her chest, she shakes her head. )
no subject
(but that’s definitely just her projecting by now.)
folding her arms over her chest, she shakes her head. )
I didn’t. Why would that have been different?