wanda feels an ache of understanding at that. it's not just sympathy, but empathyβknowing that sokovia is no more, that her people are scattered, and she's left behind all aspect of culture and folklore relating to the people of sokovia. her last tether had been her twin brother.
ever since...? it has been almost ten years since his death. since the day sokovia stopped existing, all marked on the same bloody date.
done with her writing, wanda leaves her lantern to dry, setting the brush aside. she takes note of inej wanting to move past it, past that emotional pain that swells and bursts with every mention of 'home', and wanda intends to respect that.
a glance to the side, she takes note of matt making a mess of the paints, and thinks she should rescue him from ruining his suit.]
At least it's not something to concern yourself for. [a light smile; as disorienting as this all was, it was good knowing she wasn't alone as far as the people of her world were concerned. wanda reaches out with her hand to take hold of inej's for a moment.] Thank you for sharing your father's words with me.
[and then, she lets go, and makes to stand, bringing her lamp with her.]
I should go help my friend before he gets paint all over himself.
i had this typed out and never sent it fml,, good for wrap-up!
wanda feels an ache of understanding at that. it's not just sympathy, but empathyβknowing that sokovia is no more, that her people are scattered, and she's left behind all aspect of culture and folklore relating to the people of sokovia. her last tether had been her twin brother.
ever since...? it has been almost ten years since his death. since the day sokovia stopped existing, all marked on the same bloody date.
done with her writing, wanda leaves her lantern to dry, setting the brush aside. she takes note of inej wanting to move past it, past that emotional pain that swells and bursts with every mention of 'home', and wanda intends to respect that.
a glance to the side, she takes note of matt making a mess of the paints, and thinks she should rescue him from ruining his suit.]
At least it's not something to concern yourself for. [a light smile; as disorienting as this all was, it was good knowing she wasn't alone as far as the people of her world were concerned. wanda reaches out with her hand to take hold of inej's for a moment.] Thank you for sharing your father's words with me.
[and then, she lets go, and makes to stand, bringing her lamp with her.]
I should go help my friend before he gets paint all over himself.
[meaningfully,]
It was good to see you, Inej.