[no matter how doctor strange is trying to sort his actions, filter the reason why it was all necessary, wanda can't help but feel like it's a cold logic. she's too caught up in the momentβin the emotion that burns still at the memory of losing vision not once, but twice. it's a compounding of everything, and the man standing before her trying to offer an apology by explaining things to herβas if she doesn't get itβis a bigger injury than anything else.
wanda is more than willing to live in the painful reality that vision is gone. though she was the one to kill him at first, it was his choice to make, and, beyond everything else, wanda respects it.
for doctor strange to stand here and offer anything but an apology?]
Out.
[wanda is not one for physicality, not when she's fending off against others. but, today? in this moment? she breaches the space between her and doctor strange, uses her hands to press against his chest and shove him, to step back and off her porch.]
Get out!
[isn't this just a way to make himself feel better? she's hurt, by his words and his actionsβand not a single word out of him right now sounds to her like he's apologizing for her sake. she steps forward and pushes him away one more time; she doesn't care if he'll trip on the steps.]
I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear you. You don't get it β you never will, and you've come here for yourself!
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wanda is more than willing to live in the painful reality that vision is gone. though she was the one to kill him at first, it was his choice to make, and, beyond everything else, wanda respects it.
for doctor strange to stand here and offer anything but an apology?]
Out.
[wanda is not one for physicality, not when she's fending off against others. but, today? in this moment? she breaches the space between her and doctor strange, uses her hands to press against his chest and shove him, to step back and off her porch.]
Get out!
[isn't this just a way to make himself feel better? she's hurt, by his words and his actionsβand not a single word out of him right now sounds to her like he's apologizing for her sake. she steps forward and pushes him away one more time; she doesn't care if he'll trip on the steps.]
I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear you. You don't get it β you never will, and you've come here for yourself!