“Thanks,” she says when Natasha hauls up her cuirass. While Tony talks, Blaze starts pulling it on piece by piece, strapping each on securely before she locks the seals. She stops dead the second Tony brings up biology, though. The Exo’s head snaps up to look at him. Then at Ghost.
“He worked it out almost immediately,” Ghost says softly. “And it might be important…”
She wants to reject that. She wants to tell them it’s irrelevant. She didn’t know it would show. But Tony’s already said it’s part of the problem she asked his help with. Part of the reason she can’t keep a hold on her own mind. She shoots a glance up at Natasha, then grunts and cinches the strap of her vambrace hard.
"I feel..." She feels awkward and angry and embarrassed. She doesn't want to say any of that. She can feel the lurking memories called back, the same confused tangle of emotions as always...
But.
It's not overwhelming. She doesn't feel the urge to go jump in a fight so something will make sense. Doesn't have to talk through her thoughts just to put them in order. The memories are there, but they're not butting in on her while she's trying to think how to answer. She picks up her greaves, and for once she's not grabbing for a task to focus on.
"Clarity," she says thoughtfully. "Not sure how I could describe it. All the same things are there I think, just- hn. Not so much all at once." She lifts her head, optics focusing on Tony. There's gratitude in her voice, and not a little respect. "You really did it."
Some of it, anyway. His description of the situation inside her head is plenty unnerving but just for this moment she's not dwelling on that. Something actually worked.
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He worked it out almost immediately,” Ghost says softly. “And it might be important…”She wants to reject that. She wants to tell them it’s irrelevant. She didn’t know it would show. But Tony’s already said it’s part of the problem she asked his help with. Part of the reason she can’t keep a hold on her own mind. She shoots a glance up at Natasha, then grunts and cinches the strap of her vambrace hard.
"I feel..." She feels awkward and angry and embarrassed. She doesn't want to say any of that. She can feel the lurking memories called back, the same confused tangle of emotions as always...
But.
It's not overwhelming. She doesn't feel the urge to go jump in a fight so something will make sense. Doesn't have to talk through her thoughts just to put them in order. The memories are there, but they're not butting in on her while she's trying to think how to answer. She picks up her greaves, and for once she's not grabbing for a task to focus on.
"Clarity," she says thoughtfully. "Not sure how I could describe it. All the same things are there I think, just- hn. Not so much all at once." She lifts her head, optics focusing on Tony. There's gratitude in her voice, and not a little respect. "You really did it."
Some of it, anyway. His description of the situation inside her head is plenty unnerving but just for this moment she's not dwelling on that. Something actually worked.