[ Julie scoots over without much prompting, and immediately leans her head back against Wanda's. She isn't crying, and other than being quiet and maybe a little shaky, isn't actually expressing much emotion at all.
If she's honest, she has mixed feelings, enough to create a sense of guilt. The world that she lost was not one that she cared much for -- Julie was from the kind of place where women like her were not looked on kindly. She was poor, her parents were drunks and her kind of intelligence was not the variety that was useful in the most podunk parts of the Midwest. She had meant it when she said that she felt aimless back that, when she didn't have magic. But it was home, and it was where her family was. Julie had never been further than Wichita before Captain Trips, so she lost every single person she'd ever known in a fell swoop. Vegas had been everything she'd wanted out of life back then, she actually got her dream, but it was a lie built on sand. Always destined to fail. She knows that now -- but at the time, there were no other options. Trusting Flagg was all she could do.
But it doesn't make it all hurt less. To lose everyone she loved, everything she knew. To know how it all ends.
Julie sighs. As far as she knows, her world didn't have a Sokovia, but it's easy enough to peg it to Eastern Europe. And war, well, that was America's bread and butter, wasn't it? It would never surprise her to find out that the Americans of Wanda's world had a hand in that chaos too. It's probably not shocking that Julie has no faith in governments or militaries anymore. ]
I think it had to happen. I think it all had to happen, for me to get here. It probably sounds really stupid or self-centered or whatever, but something about this place was meant for me. I can't figure another reason why things happen for me that don't happen for other people, here. In the Horizon, with the Singularity.
[ She pauses again, though it's pregnant, like she's making a decision as to whether to say something. The first time she ever said it, she'd actually been drunk in this same yard, in a similar discussion of trauma. She turns to Wanda and there is a shimmer in the bottom of her eyes now. She takes Wanda's hand. ]
I want you to know somethin'. It's not a promise or anythin', it's just what happened to me and a few others I met. Pietro really might come here one day. They have to summon him, but... Wanda, I'm dead. [ There's a furrow in her brow, and she rushes to add, ] I mean, not here. But back home, I died. Vegas is gone, wiped off the map. It's a long story. There are others here who died too. Came here after their death, like me. So it really might happen.
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If she's honest, she has mixed feelings, enough to create a sense of guilt. The world that she lost was not one that she cared much for -- Julie was from the kind of place where women like her were not looked on kindly. She was poor, her parents were drunks and her kind of intelligence was not the variety that was useful in the most podunk parts of the Midwest. She had meant it when she said that she felt aimless back that, when she didn't have magic. But it was home, and it was where her family was. Julie had never been further than Wichita before Captain Trips, so she lost every single person she'd ever known in a fell swoop. Vegas had been everything she'd wanted out of life back then, she actually got her dream, but it was a lie built on sand. Always destined to fail. She knows that now -- but at the time, there were no other options. Trusting Flagg was all she could do.
But it doesn't make it all hurt less. To lose everyone she loved, everything she knew. To know how it all ends.
Julie sighs. As far as she knows, her world didn't have a Sokovia, but it's easy enough to peg it to Eastern Europe. And war, well, that was America's bread and butter, wasn't it? It would never surprise her to find out that the Americans of Wanda's world had a hand in that chaos too. It's probably not shocking that Julie has no faith in governments or militaries anymore. ]
I think it had to happen. I think it all had to happen, for me to get here. It probably sounds really stupid or self-centered or whatever, but something about this place was meant for me. I can't figure another reason why things happen for me that don't happen for other people, here. In the Horizon, with the Singularity.
[ She pauses again, though it's pregnant, like she's making a decision as to whether to say something. The first time she ever said it, she'd actually been drunk in this same yard, in a similar discussion of trauma. She turns to Wanda and there is a shimmer in the bottom of her eyes now. She takes Wanda's hand. ]
I want you to know somethin'. It's not a promise or anythin', it's just what happened to me and a few others I met. Pietro really might come here one day. They have to summon him, but... Wanda, I'm dead. [ There's a furrow in her brow, and she rushes to add, ] I mean, not here. But back home, I died. Vegas is gone, wiped off the map. It's a long story. There are others here who died too. Came here after their death, like me. So it really might happen.