[This whole conversation is rubbing her the wrong way. Ellie takes a breath. Tries not to bristle, but she's visibly tense in the shoulders, in the way she crosses her arms over her middle.]

One. You are not a weapon. Weapons don't get a sea of blankets and a pillow fort. And two--[Fuck Godric, she wants to say, but just barely bites her tongue. He's Bucky's friend. Getting Bucky all conflicted about that by being shitty won't help him.]

I don't know Godric. I've never met him. So you can correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm going to assume he's never had to deal with the consequences of letting someone live. Joel got his fucking [oops, volume, and all that talk about death has Joel on her mind anyway] brains bashed in because he let people live. I told you, B. You were ensuring your own survival. I would have done the same shit if I were you.