[it takes a little bit, but then eddie is saying what he needs to say. wanda's reaction is not one of surprise at his admittance that he is dead—that should be the first clue-in that wanda already knew. she is also, admittedly, proud of him.

she leans forward, setting the cup down on the table, and scooting a little closer towards him.]

You know, Eddie... I'm also dead, back in my world. You'd think it's really metal, actually, that I made a castle dedicated to me by a demon's prophecy, on cursed ground, crush me to death. [only heroic in the sense that she is the only person who could ever have stopped herself. the velvet of the couch is soft under the hand, and wanda leans her weight into it.] If it's possible to go back, to another moment or another timeline entirely... I'm looking into it.

[so, it's not crazy, at all.]