βwell. [a little clipped, finally turning away to look down at her hands on her lap.] It's been almost ten years.
[the grief stays the same, but at least the control of itβhow it affects herβis something she's been able to control, especially out here in public, with a relative stranger who's decided to sit beside her.
wanda's managed to catch a glimpse of something similar in his eyes, when he turned to connect with her own. a thread of a thought, recognizable by a witch such as herself.]
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[the grief stays the same, but at least the control of itβhow it affects herβis something she's been able to control, especially out here in public, with a relative stranger who's decided to sit beside her.
wanda's managed to catch a glimpse of something similar in his eyes, when he turned to connect with her own. a thread of a thought, recognizable by a witch such as herself.]
What about yours?