@jeangrcysummers “i could pretend i’m speaking to everyone — assume a middle distance and transcend myself — but i’m talking to you and you know it.”
Wanda was trying not to listen to the thoughts around her. So much pain and so much fear -- though not the irrational, overwhelming tidal wave of panic the Enchantress had produced. It was more focused, and truthfully, more reasonable. The Sentinels were not just a threat. To Mutants, they were an old scar ripped open, salt poured into the wound. Wanda had hoped that in this safehouse, she might be able to provide some comfort, but what she was overhearing -- the implications of it, the emotions, the thing she could not bring herself to mention... It was too much. Jean’s thoughts cut through everything else, and Wanda glanced up meeting her eyes across the room. ‘Why?’ she replied, sending her thoughts directly to Jean. It took more focus than anyone might realize. ‘If there is anyone in the middle of this, it’s me. I have a foot in both worlds -- mutant and non-mutant. But where does that leave me, when the time comes?’ She longed for the simplicity of Jean’s wedding, that peace and happiness felt so far away now.











