[There might have been time to talk, if Michael had forced the issue. He thinks that doing so would only have served to work her into a frenzy, though—getting between Michael and his goals certainly only led to violence—so he's given her time and space to reconnect with her missing loved ones, to find her centre. He waited thousands of years for the Apocalypse. A few weeks is nothing in comparison.

It's given him plenty of time to reflect on his own decisions. Maybe it'd been a mistake to help her that first time, only serving to give her a free step up to something worse than blood sacrifice.]

Funny, I was just thinking you might be the death of me.

[Even more hyperbole. Two can play at that game.

Michael reaches out to snag Wanda by the arm before she can get too far ahead of him. He'd be blocking her path outright if his wings weren't lead weights outside of Solvunn.

Whether she turns around to face him or not, his eyes are on her, stiff expression heavy with disapproval.]

Is it because you're human, or is it just the nature of younger siblings to be incapable of reflecting before they act? A pact with an old god, Wanda? Am I not enough of a cautionary tale?

[He's not mad, he's just disa—okay so he is mad, but Michael being mad is as normal as a change in the weather. Here's hoping Wanda prefers the fire to the icy cold shoulder. It's what she has opted into, making close ties with this particular archangel.]