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He watches her feet and the feet of the chair a moment. "I wish you could have, too. You'd probably be able to appreciate them." He wonders if maybe he should have said something, after all. Told Joel just what her deal was, so he'd know how much he mattered to her. Hrm.

But she's clearly not happy. And she'd needed time alone, so she wasn't happy then, either. "We don't have to talk about it. Sorry."

Ellie gives the piano bench a gentle kick with her shoe.

"Don't apologize. I wouldn't talk if I didn't want to. How often do I try to get you to talk?"

"A lot," he allows, ducking his head. "So. Does that mean it's okay to do the same? To you?" He doesn't know how this whole friend thing works, or if they're even that, or what's allowed. But he's getting a little better at asking things, so here he is, asking. It's practice.

"Yeah," she says quietly, but easily. "It's only fair. And I know you won't go running around and telling people my business, just like I won't go around telling people yours."

"Even if you did. Not like it matters, really." His idea of privacy is a little warped and very scant, to be honest. The important thing here is that she said it was okay to prod her a little bit, like he just had, so he says, "But thank you."

And, looking back up in her direction through his hair, he adds, "Are you okay? After the two people you knew being here."

"Not... super okay?" She admits, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them for a moment. "But could be worse. I expected to be worse."

It helps that there's no one to take her anger and upset out on, in a way. It has no choice but to fizzle out in her chest, leaving her feeling empty and tired.

He tilts his head a little, watching her but keeping his eyes to things like her knees and the top of her head. "Why worse?"

"Joel, he... he killed the one person I knew in the world who knew my mom. I didn't know that. I guess I might have suspected, but... now I know for sure. I thought I'd hate him for it, but after talking to her..."

There's a lot of trailing off there, and Ellie shrugs.

"I don't know. It's upsetting but I guess I'm--maybe I get it more than I thought I would."

There's another shrug.

"I knew she was dead anyway, so. Dead is dead."

Well, dead is not always dead, not here. But he gets what she means. He looks back at the piano keys, though he doesn't touch them yet, still. The conversation seems more important.

The thing to ask seems to be: "Why did he do it?" If it was for a good reason, maybe that's why she's not angry about it. (Just unhappy. Because she's clearly that.)

"Because she was going to use me to make a cure for the infection. He killed... everyone," she says, frowning and looking down at the toe of her shoe on the edge of the chair rather than Bucky.

Abby. Abby, the daughter of the surgeon, Marlene had said. Abby came to avenge her father's death, and she did.

"Everyone" sounds like a thing the Asset would do. He can see the gruff man he'd met doing that, maybe, but he's not sure why. "He didn't want a cure?" he asks.

He did. He had to have wanted there to be a cure to even consider taking Ellie all the way there to begin with. It couldn't have just been because she'd been so desperate for one herself. To have her life mean something.

"No, he did. He fought like hell to get me to the people who could have done it, but turns out, making a cure would kill me in the process."

Something in the brain. Ellie seems rather nonchalant about that part, though.

"So, he stopped them."

There, yes. That fits neatly into his observations about the man, and he nods. "He cares about you. A lot. And didn't want you to die." He tilts his head thoughtfully, and decides that yes, it definitely does sound like a thing he'd do. If he cared about someone that much.

And maybe he does. Godric made him reconsider his definition of "friend", and if anyone here besides Rogers and Godric himself fits an expanded definition, Ellie is it. So he says it. Communication seems like it should be important. With friends. "I'd have done the same thing. I think."

Ellie knows why Joel did what he did. Even if she can't forgive him for it, she knows he did it because he loved her.

It makes her feel all the more awful.

"Even if it fucked over humanity? He killed the one person who might have been able to do something."

He has to think through his answer a moment, so there's a long pause before he says anything, brows together to show he's thinking hard. "The people who. Owned me. They had me kill people. Lots of them. To make the world better, they said. I'm the only thing that could do that. Bring the world the freedom it deserves." He shudders a little, visible but not too bad, at the repetition of his handler's words. "But I'm not supposed to do that now. Right?"

He hasn't quite hit the point of being able to put a value judgment on that, to say it was wrong. It was his job, and even if he didn't like it, he can't quite call it "wrong". But he can see the comparison, when Ellie lays it out like that. A person who would have killed Ellie (who he very much does not want to be dead) to make the world better, compared to him who absolutely killed people to supposedly make the world better.

Ellie listens, frowning, trying to figure out where he's going with this.

"Right. Because the people who made you do those things weren't good people."

She wouldn't say killing in of itself is bad because she's been in so many situations where she's had to kill or be killed.

"You weren't given a choice." Neither was she, one way or another. No one ever asked her if she'd be willing to die for a cure. Marlene assumed yes. Joel, no. Everyone made the choice for her.

He's not sure he agrees with that, but that's neither here nor there. Making the comparison with her means she's assuming she didn't, either. "What would you have chosen?"

If she says she'd choose to die... which he's starting to think she might... he's gonna have a problem. (Why does he have so many semi-suicidal friends?)

"The greater good. If my life could save thousands, it's a pretty easy choice to make."

But. She'd never sacrifice JJ, or Dina, or Joel for that same cause. She'd never even let them consider such a thing.

She's allowed to be a hypocrite.

"Look, I know it's a shitty answer, but if you saw how fucked up my world is, you'd at least think about it."

Yeah, he... does not like that. He's frowning, and the arm is recalibrating under his sleeve. It takes him a minute of trying to make himself speak, before he says tightly: "I don't want you to die. I don't care how fucked up your world is."

That makes Ellie smile a little. Always good to hear him say things he wants, his own thoughts, even if Ellie's really fucking conflicted about the whole thing and likely will be for the rest of her life.

"The good news is that I'm pretty good at staying alive, and with the surgeon dead, it's not happening, so."

And her deal is for Joel, not a cure, and not the hands that might be able to make one after cutting into her brain.

He considers this, then nods. "Good. I had to tell Godric not to kill himself, too. Maybe even Rogers. I don't want to have to tell you that, too." That's two wants in a row, but this one is easier to say than the last one.

"I thought I'm supposed to be the one telling you stuff."

The sentiment isn't lost on her, though. It's nice that people prefer her alive than dead--that chat with Marlene didn't leave her feeling better about herself. For Marlene, there was still hope for some sort of cure.

He shrugs, and finally puts his fingers on the piano keys, just the right hand, making a single stepped triad, a pretty little harmony. "I guess I'm doing the inmate thing wrong, then." He actually doesn't sound serious. He sounds ultra-bland, which is a cue Ellie will recognize by now as his attempt at humor.

She does, and it makes her huff out a breath of air as she lowers her legs and leans down to get her guitar.

"Smartass," she mutters, but there's nothing cruel about it. "So, now that we've established this place is out to fuck with us, what do you want me to do?"

He kind of likes being called a smartass. Sass is fun. Only with people who are edging into "safe", but still. "Pick a song. A good song. I want to try and play it on the piano." Which means hearing her play it very, very slowly so he can match guitar note to piano key.

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