Canary smiled at Avery's declaration. "It's good to know you're dedicated. Now, let's continue from last week."

Avery's smile dropped. "Yes, I had just finished talking about my sister's death. Well, I guess it is murder actually. Alright then, continuing from there. It took a while for my father to get over her death. When my mother died, he considered it his fault. When my sister died, he felt the same way. I did too, but to a lesser extent. I actually feel guilty for not feeling, well, as guilty as him. It was as much of my fault as it was his. If I had just shut my big mouth…" Avery trailed off, looking away from Canary's gaze.

"Avery, it's no one's fault but the one who pulled the trigger. You didn't know that your sister was going to die because of your words," Canary tried to comfort.

"I should have though. The guards were getting fed up with us as is. They realized how I was recovering from injuries faster than usual, even if they did not know why. Eventually, they stopped coming after me when my father spoke up. It was only a matter of time before they went after her." Avery picked her eyes back up and looked Canary in the eyes. "I guess continuing would help more than staying on this for the rest of the time."

"Your choice."

"Continuing then. It was only me and my father after that. We looked out for each other and did not care what the guards did to us. The guards themselves were angered by that. With one medical assistant gone, they could not afford to kill another. They could not kill me anyway; it took a little while to realize that, though. They figured it out one night when a punishment went too far. I was shot, right in the heart. It should be impossible to come back from that. But right as they were about to put my body through the cremator, bam, there is a supposedly dead girl running around. That was the first time I came back from death. Mengele, the man who unwittingly gave me such power, took interest in me again.

"Mengele wanted to take me out of the camp, study me on his own terms. My father refused. He locked me in one of the spare closets in the medical building as guards came to get me for Mengele. I did not know what was going on exactly, but I could hear it. The slam of knuckles hitting flesh, I recognized that. Then the door opened. It surprised me to say the least that I saw my father to be the one still standing. For a moment I thought of him different. I had never seen or heard of my father hurting another being; I had only ever known him to heal. That second that I took for my surprise to wear off, it cost us."

Avery took particular interest in her hands resting in her lap at that moment. "He was taken for his final punishment while I was forced to watch. Mengele said that if my father was so keen on keeping me from being studied, then that must mean he was volunteering in my place. I was strapped to a nearby chair while my father was strapped to an operating table. Mengele made sure my chair was angled perfectly to see every cut he made on my father's chest. I tried to look away but a guard held my head in place. I tried to close my eyes but another guard held them open.

"Mengele made cuts much like a mortician would to open a corpse's chest. I sat in absolute horror and disbelief at what was happening. Mengele dissected my father like he was a dead frog, and with the same level of respect, which was none." Avery took a moment and sucked in a heavy breath as images flew through her mind. Her hands shook in her lap.

Canary reached over and put a steadying hand on Avery's. "You don't have to go on if you don't want to."

"No, I have to do this. If I cannot talk about it here then I will not be able to talk about much else." Avery forced her hands to remain still as Canary removed her own. "I watched as Mengele made precision cuts, taking out less important organs as he went. My father never screamed once. He looked like he wanted to severely, but he did not. Mengele kept the bleeding contained to make the dissection last longer. Eventually, Mengele proclaimed he was bored and took away all of the means that kept my father from bleeding even more. Mengele knew there was nothing I could do to save my father at that point, I knew it too. He ordered the guards to untie me then left the room with them.

"I sat with my father, held his hand, as he spent his last few moments bleeding out. He murmured a prayer for me with his last breath. For me. I did not know what to do but wish that my religion had a hell so that Mengele could spend all of eternity there. That was also the moment I stopped believing in God. I guess it was only a matter of time. After the pent up years of seeing all the horrible things happening I was believing less and praying more, hoping for some sort of sign that everything would be alright. No true God would let such horrifying things happen to his own creations."

"Do you ever regret that?"

"Not once. God has never shown a sign that he was helping me. He would let me die if he wanted to help me."

Canary's eyes went wide, but she didn't speak.

"Mengele saw how broken I was after that. He gave up on me. I do not know why. My ability was still in place. Maybe it was my resistance that made me so interesting. Either way he left the camp. A little while later the camp started to evacuate. All those unable to walk themselves were left behind. I feigned being sick, it was not hard. The guards did not care when they saw me among those staying behind. After a time, the 322nd Rifle Division of the Red Army came with medical supplies and food. I started piecing myself together as I helped others with my medical knowledge. It felt like I was honoring my father by using the things he taught me."

Canary spoke as Avery took a pause. "I think we can be done for today. You have training to do. We'll pick up next week."

"Sure," Avery kept her head ducked as she tried to fight tears that had been threatening to fall the entire session. With a meager goodbye, Avery left the room with her head still ducked. Her longer hair helped cover her face as she finally let the tears fall free. She took a pause while walking to the gym and leaned against the wall. Footsteps coming down the hall registered in her hearing and made her stop and wipe her tears.

"Avery?" A voice called from down the hallway.

As the body came into view Avery wiped away the final bit of moisture, "Hi Conner."

Conner noticed how watery Avery's eyes were, but didn't mention how he heard her crying. "You can talk to me if you ever need to. Technically we're cousins."

Avery let out an airy chuckle, the only real sign that she appreciated the joke. "The beauty of forged paperwork."

A small smile appeared on the clone's face. They stood in silence for a minute, neither knowing what to say. Finally, Conner made the first move. "I'm sorry about being late yesterday. If I wasn't then Deathstroke wouldn't have-"

Avery cut him off, "Do not worry about it. I am still alive; you can apologize when I am worm food. Actually, not even then." The corners of Avery's mouth barely tilted up, "Got it, cousin?"

"Yeah, and the offer to talk still stands."

"Maybe later; I have an appointment with some punching bags that need to be physically abused right about now." Avery patted Conner's arm as she passed him to go to the gym.

Conner looked as she walked away, guessing at how much she had to take to get her hair to grow from her shoulders to the middle of her back. He gave up on the train of thought per Avery's previous words and made a path to the living room to find Wolf and feed him.

A/N: More therapy! Okay, I'm posting this early so you guys can't get all pissy over the weekend, 'cause I don't know if I'll be able to post. I'm going to be cramming as much as I can. So that either means no chapters or more because I'm trying to put off studying. Don't hope for the latter. I don't want to fail. Alright, well, hope you have a good day.

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