[ Natasha takes it. She's lighter than she was then, and all she really needs is a steadying hand to haul herself up. She shakes out the pins and needles in her cold feet, drops it once she's steady. ]
Yeah, what was I thinking.
[ They pick their way back across the uneven ground, cold wind sneaking fingers in under the new shifting gaps in their clothing. Natasha wonders if the air she's breathing ever tasted the way it did in the Matrix. Before the sky was darkened and the world scraped clean. ]
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Yeah, what was I thinking.
[ They pick their way back across the uneven ground, cold wind sneaking fingers in under the new shifting gaps in their clothing. Natasha wonders if the air she's breathing ever tasted the way it did in the Matrix. Before the sky was darkened and the world scraped clean. ]
So I'm thinking of learning how to knit.