[that much? that much has wanda turning her head down, letting claire's shoulder catch any stray tears that now fall from her. iryna maximoff would never be replaced, but wanda wishes she wouldn't have to think of finding traces of her mother anywhere else but in herself.]
I don't have parents. They were killed.
[she says quietly, a whined kind of mutter, hands gripping tighter against the folds of claire's clothes.
her voice is shaky, and it's no one's fault, really, that this conversation has turned around to this form of lamenting.]
no subject
I don't have parents. They were killed.
[she says quietly, a whined kind of mutter, hands gripping tighter against the folds of claire's clothes.
her voice is shaky, and it's no one's fault, really, that this conversation has turned around to this form of lamenting.]
I miss my mom.