( America frowns at the gates, at the uncomfortable feeling settling inside of her. The whispers she hears remind her she's the reason her mothers are gone. They insist they're dead, there's no way they aren't, no matter what anyone else says. )
( She seems almost preoccupied when Natasha speaks. America's eyes widen, and she looks at Natasha. )
I don't think I trust anything here. So, not trusting the carving seems smart, to me.
( ooc: when they don't know each other so well, it's easier to get over hurt feelings? )
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( She seems almost preoccupied when Natasha speaks. America's eyes widen, and she looks at Natasha. )
I don't think I trust anything here. So, not trusting the carving seems smart, to me.
( ooc: when they don't know each other so well, it's easier to get over hurt feelings? )