"Because I got myself into a situation. Where I hurt a lot of people. And I lost. And I... I wanted to get away. Instead of facing the consequences of the fallout, continue living as a fugitive. Sounds like I dodged a lot worse, if the world goes as badly as you say." But that's not the complete truth, there is more to it. And she sighs out. "Maybe I was hoping for a second chance. But now that I have it. I don't even know what to do with it. I don't know how to live any other way."

She reaches out hesitantly, with a still barely-there hand, touches lightly to Yelena's shoulder. Before drawing it away again, as if burned by a hot surface. Folds her hands tightly in her lap, to keep to herself. "Sacrifices are something we make without much thought, in the moment they just feel right. When the accident... when... my father... he was yelling at me to go. Run. But I couldn't. I couldn't. Sometimes there just isn't an option, Yelena. And I'm sorry I really have no way to say anything more comforting than that." Because the unfortunate truth of the world is that people you love die, no matter how unfair it is. No matter what you try to do to stop it.

"Bill is... he's like a father to me. He's the only one that ever cared what happened to me. He's tried so hard to help, but..."