[ She remembers Sana. Her eyes drop to the table in a brief memorial for what Ava's lost. It's not fair, she thinks, for anyone to have lost anyone, but that girl was Ava's rock. The one thing that let Ava have a normal life outside of everything that had happened, and now —

Well. No wonder she had that rage in her eyes. Natasha takes a breath, looks back up, and raises an eyebrow. She won't chide — she can't. She understands. But she knows this road, and if she can stop someone else she cares about from going down it — ]

I'm sorry, Ava. And I know platitudes will do nothing, so I won't give them to you beyond that.

[ She grows a little more serious. ]

What have you been doing?