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"In case you forgot, your name is Sergei Vetrov, and you untwist and untie things by nature." Hurst teased. But once again, he couldn't blame the man. Having known him for as long as he did, he did know that this entire thing had tangled into the Russian's morals and ethics that he rigidly held himself to.

"I think that sounds like the best course of action." The man agreed. "Given the situation, which is not straightforward." Hurst mused for a moment on the talk he had with Nadia once about this. How she hoped that Olga would remember something and would hold onto it. How she hoped that, at the least, she would remember Sergei and hold onto him. It seemed that Nadia's hope had come true. Where it would go, though, who was to say. Hurst also wouldn't say anything about it. Sergei didn't need that pressure of his sister's hopes crushing him again.

It needed to be all him.

"...If she decides to come back." The man started. "I don't think she'll ever be Olga, again." He looked over at the man. "Those memories that were lost...I don't think they're just sitting somewhere with a bow on them waiting to be recovered." Which he imagined would hurt for Nadia, if that time ever came. It was something to know, but not something to dwell on right now. No point.

The red head nodded his head at his friend's plan for when he was powered, and at the last statement, Hurst laughed. His arms unwound, and he reached to clasp Sergei's shoulder.

"Thank you for your service." He uttered to the man in the utmost serious tone he could muster.

Hurst smiled. "Of course. I'm rooting for you, friend, and, you know if you need anything---" Even anything in that magical business, "---All you need to do it ask." The man simply nodded. He knew that Sergei understood, and he felt for Nadia, as well. His equivalent? It would be like losing Sergei to the Negaverse, and know that even if he was purified, he'd never be his best friend again.

"Now that, you don't need to ask." Nadia had quickly climbed the ranks into a cemented friendship with the red head. He'd look out for her, too.

He let go of Sergei's shoulder, and turned to Noah. One arm came to wrap around her shoulders. "Hello tired." He greeted, and then smiled. "Your sense of timing is impeccable, NoNo, we did just finish." He looked back at his friend. "Catch up with you again soon, eh, Cody?" The man asked. "Over some bourbon next time?"