"No apologizing. I asked. Knew the answer would be shitty. My own fault." The Soldier gives itself a little shake, plates in the left arm rippling with a mechanical purring noise. Recalibrating, making a soothing noise and sensation at its shoulder jerves. It helps, sometimes. If it were feeling remotely steady, it might try to pat her shoulder for a little comfort-- sadly, it is not. Sorry, El.

Because she shared what was hard for her, it offers back, "Mine might not have been the same. But did a lot of the same things. I was their science experiment, and then pet assasasin." Still is, in a lot of ways, even if it hates them and never wants to go back. "Did you get out? Before. All this?" A head-jerk in the direction of the gym beside them, meaning Beacon as a whole.