Pretty much. [The two words come about as close to summing up the experience as any can.

The touch is welcome, and Pepper briefly glances over at Natasha, nodding when she asks about the cure.]

They found it on the 31st. I was infected on the 29th. But by that point, they'd developed something called a proto-cure. It didn't erase the infection or stop the symptoms, except for the mental deterioration. I was still myself.

[Pepper could think, and she could understand every horrible thing that happened to her. Every unspeakable act she wanted to do.]