Broken
Sometimes, she'd walk into the lab and Walter would look up expectantly. The first few times she had been confused, until Astrid, with great encouragement, finally admitted that the other Olivia had taken it upon herself to bring treats for him. For a while, Olivia didn't know whether she was meant to carry on this new tradition. She questioned herself why it never even occurred to her in the two years she'd been working with him to bring him food; she knew his obsession with it.
Olivia had been questioning herself a lot these days. She's back. This is home. And yet, somehow, it didn't feel right anymore. It went beyond the broken pieces of her heart, past the promises made, and the determination to keep doing her job as best as she can despite the things that had been done to her. How can this be home if she is no longer sure who she is?
There are mornings she'd wake up, and in that quiet breath before being fully aware, she'd wonder if Frank had made her breakfast yet. She'd walk into headquarters, and she'd absently search for Lincoln or Charlie. Then there are moments when she'd just faced something horrific, just saved the world from another disaster it didn't know anything about, and she'd close her eyes and feel her mother's tight, comforting hug. Those moments were home too.
Olivia would stare at the undrunk amber liquid in her glass and wonder if she's broken: She'd been experimented on multiple times, drugged, abused, betrayed, abducted and imprisoned; she'd been threatened with death and she had died. Then she'd realize that of course she is. She had always been broken. But that had never stopped her from doing the right thing, time and again. And although she'd become even more fragmented, and has difficulty recognizing parts of herself at times, she knew it wouldn't stop her from finding the way to win this war, and keep a promise besides.
She would remind herself of this, again and again. She knew she needed to hold on to this part of herself at least. There were days when she found it hard to keep faith, but Olivia believed in hope. And she hoped that when it is all over, she'd feel like she belonged again, and finally be truly home.