"But what if that's what we're supposed to do?" Lena bites back, eventually wriggling out from under America's hand more out of stubbornness than actual anger. Her stomach churns the more she watches Amélie squirm and scream -- for a moment, its almost like she doesn't hear America, eyes instead glancing for alternate routes she could take to put a stop to whatever was going on without forcing her removal.

Frankly, she doesn't care what Widowmaker remembers or doesn't remember -- maybe it would change her for the better. It couldn't possibly make things worse, that's something she's certain of. She didn't have knowledge of what made her into what she was, but she didn't need it to know that it was probably irreversible.

She doesn't know America well enough to know whether or not that would matter to her, nor does she know her well enough to spend time explaining the intricacies of her moral code.

"Are you gonna help me or not?" she says, while still searching the ceiling, the walls, and the exits she can see. "You don't have to -- but at least let me know what I'm workin' with, yeah?"