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"I have no idea how you could process any of that." Crystal had been trying to not watch the room's other occupant read, but her eyes kept getting drawn back to how quickly the pages were being turned. "You didn't actually read that, did you?"
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"Stop." It must have been the hundredth time she had said it. Lorna tried to refocus, but it was almost impossible with him moving around her. "Pietro, I swear to god. I will stab you with every knife in here."
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A year ago, this would have broken her. If she was being honest, it would have broken her even a month ago. For someone as familiar with grief as Wanda, she had proved repeatedly that she was bad at navigating it. The lengths she had gone to grasp at ghosts was shameful. Her anger had felt righteous at the time, but now she was sick and tired of illusions. You loved people, you lost people. Her parents. Pietro. The twins. Vision. Wanda lived in the wake of their absences.
Having a tower land on top of you can do wonders for introspection. How had she gotten there? Had she really slipped so far? Her reflection was no longer one she recognized, and the blackened tips of her fingers belonged to a stranger. In the months after her supposed death, Wanda had delved deep into herself. She still wrestled with her grief on a daily basis, but she was beginning to understand that some lines couldn't be crossed. The multiverse was not her playground, and everyone in it didn't belong to her.
The Vision, the twins. Wanda had seen alternate versions of them. But this Pietro? He looked like hers. Unlike the cheap knock-off in Westview, this Pietro was familiar. He was older than he had been when he died in Sokovia. There were lines on his face that her brother had never gotten to earn. This was a Pietro who had gotten to live, to survive. It broke Wanda's heart all over again that her brother had been denied the same.
"Pietro." She swallowed thickly. Boundaries. Restraint. Self-control. That's what would get her through this. "It's good to see your face."
