Neither have they been in mine, but for me, specifically, [a pause, searching for the words; it's easy to get used to how different it has been here in abraxas, and so falling back into what it is like for her, in her own world, always includes unearthing something painful.] I've never done anything right.

[that's a bit of a hyperbole, but—]

I'm sure there are many who would rather see me locked away in a cell.

[wanda frowns. there's something about how she finds herself so earnestly being honest with erik. maybe it's the sense of kinship found between them. a light shake of her head, her curiosity spanning elsewhere. his story is more interesting than hers, in her perspective.]

—so, what do you do? If you weren't at the mutant school with Charles, but things still happened to bring you two together?