[as he tips his head towards her, wanda tilts her own to meet him halfway, glancing over at his eyes, though he doesn't really connect them in return.]
It sounds like you're trying to convince me of something.
[like the suit was a necessity? or something along those lines. his bruises and scars are there, there's no dying that, but she somehow feels that he's somewhat proud of their existence. it's not her place to tell him what to or not to doβ
his path has been set a while ago, before her own presence being part of his cognizant mind.
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It sounds like you're trying to convince me of something.
[like the suit was a necessity? or something along those lines. his bruises and scars are there, there's no dying that, but she somehow feels that he's somewhat proud of their existence. it's not her place to tell him what to or not to doβ
his path has been set a while ago, before her own presence being part of his cognizant mind.
it's dangerous, what they doβwhat he does.]
I'm not going to tell you to not do this.