he doesn't know that there is absolutely nothing else there for her, and when she had tried to face her pain, do something with it, she delved too deep into the darkness. it promised her everything, promised her that she could push back, steer, be the one in commandβshe could have had it all.
and where did that leave her? with this desolate wasteland of turmoil and the remnants of corruption that still corrals at her heart, relentless, unwanting in letting her forgetβ
that she is a monster.
it's too late for her; neither push or pull was the answer for her. wanda maximoff doesn't get to have options.
slowly, wanda pulls her hands up to reach and hold onto the fabric of his shirt, to keep herself steady. it's a feeble, weak grip, her shoulders shakingβher voice quiet and trembling.]
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he doesn't know that there is absolutely nothing else there for her, and when she had tried to face her pain, do something with it, she delved too deep into the darkness. it promised her everything, promised her that she could push back, steer, be the one in commandβshe could have had it all.
and where did that leave her? with this desolate wasteland of turmoil and the remnants of corruption that still corrals at her heart, relentless, unwanting in letting her forgetβ
that she is a monster.
it's too late for her; neither push or pull was the answer for her. wanda maximoff doesn't get to have options.
slowly, wanda pulls her hands up to reach and hold onto the fabric of his shirt, to keep herself steady. it's a feeble, weak grip, her shoulders shakingβher voice quiet and trembling.]
I'm just... so tired...