Natasha snorts softly. Oddly enough, the sound comes from a cynical kind of sympathy. She's wondered that sort of thing before, in the moments when it feels like everything before she was turned was only carrying her to that point.
"It just ends up like this," she says softly. "But once it's happened, there's not much going back."
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"It just ends up like this," she says softly. "But once it's happened, there's not much going back."