[ Eddie holds Wanda in pretty high regard, and if he had to guess, he would honestly never pin her as a villain of any story. He would just assume that her luck leading up to her final moments wasn’t terribly good—just like his own. ]

Well, leave all that out and you have a pretty badass story which I, humbly, remain super jealous as hell about.

[ He grins and presses a hand to his chest, and it’s clear that he doesn’t have a problem with bringing humor to the discussion. It cheapens things, sure, but it doesn’t make him any less sympathetic and it helps him feel as if the tension isn’t about to swallow him. He always reels it back in the end, though, which is exactly what he does now. His smile softens into something a little less intense, and he begins to twist the rings on his fingers. ]

Alright, well…I expect to be no less than…tenth on the list of people you tell when you do work it out. I, uh…I can help, you know. If you need someone to weasel information out of the gods or something.

[ Never mind that he has yet to visit a shrine, let alone get in good with any of the gods, but he’s got the spirit. ]