[how can she be mad when she sees this kind of display of affectionβof love found, so pure and so genuine? it is an impossibility for her now, she knows, but she does not stand without sympathy for the feelings that emerge from witnessing this.
wanda holds on to his hands even as he helps her stand. she squeezes them with her own.
home.
that's the word that rings with her as she takes in the rest of the mansion, outside of the picture that the friends paint together. she grapples with this for a moment, allows herself to be weighed down by what this evokes.
to be torn apart, so early into what she can only assume is a new beginning.]
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wanda holds on to his hands even as he helps her stand. she squeezes them with her own.
home.
that's the word that rings with her as she takes in the rest of the mansion, outside of the picture that the friends paint together. she grapples with this for a moment, allows herself to be weighed down by what this evokes.
to be torn apart, so early into what she can only assume is a new beginning.]
He isn't in Abraxas, is he?