"Now Stephen, I'm offended," she lowers her tone as she places her hands on the desk, fingers splaying against the flat surface as she leans down to level her gaze with his. No longer looming over him, green eyes drag over his features before locking with his. "If I were going to be a problem, you'd already know by now."
Wanda doesn't pretend to be a saint or sweep what happened between them and the horrible things she has done under the rug like it never happened. On the contrary, she knows she's a monster — she's everything she hated seeing in the world and fought to stop alongside their comrades.
There's no changing any of that, but she can try to move on and grasp onto the tiny bit of hope that landing here has given her. To atone for what she did and try to become the person she was before desperation, loneliness, and the Darkhold sunk their claws into her.
"If you're worried, you can always tell them about me. About what happened," she leans closer. "Tell them I'm a monster and can't be trusted. Maybe they'll lock me away with some nullification piece of jewelry wrapped around my neck like they did on the Raft. You won't have to worry about me being a problem then."
Maybe they can even perform the Rite of Tranquility on her if they think she's enough of a threat — severing her connection to the Fade so that she can no longer use what powers she has retained. She shivers at the thought of being severed and emotionally stunted, which is why she doesn't even utter the idea for fear of it happening.
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Wanda doesn't pretend to be a saint or sweep what happened between them and the horrible things she has done under the rug like it never happened. On the contrary, she knows she's a monster — she's everything she hated seeing in the world and fought to stop alongside their comrades.
There's no changing any of that, but she can try to move on and grasp onto the tiny bit of hope that landing here has given her. To atone for what she did and try to become the person she was before desperation, loneliness, and the Darkhold sunk their claws into her.
"If you're worried, you can always tell them about me. About what happened," she leans closer. "Tell them I'm a monster and can't be trusted. Maybe they'll lock me away with some nullification piece of jewelry wrapped around my neck like they did on the Raft. You won't have to worry about me being a problem then."
Maybe they can even perform the Rite of Tranquility on her if they think she's enough of a threat — severing her connection to the Fade so that she can no longer use what powers she has retained. She shivers at the thought of being severed and emotionally stunted, which is why she doesn't even utter the idea for fear of it happening.