['our', he says, and wanda understands it for what it is: angels, whatever lords over humanity in the heavens, this sanctimonious belief that have believers nervous about sin and praying on their knees. she has enough superficial knowledge to know that not everything heralded from the heavens was peaceful and glorious.
still, michael asking her something like thatβpart of wanda wonders if it's out of genuine curiosity or a sense of wanting to know facts as they are (or simply wanting to fill in the silence and quell boredom at its margins).
wanda, for her part, is silent a moment as she fixes the herbs she holds, removing some dry and dead leaves from the stems.]
My home was so broken the world decided the best thing to do was to remove it from existence entirely. Erase it from the map, let its territory be divided by the countries surrounding it.
[she doesn't like thinking of sokovia, because it is no moreβbecause it is a tomb to her people who died during the bombings, during the civil unrest, when novi grad was dropped from the sky. a tomb for her parents, for her brother.]
My parents died when the first bombs fell from the skies. My brother died a forgotten hero.
[shrugging, wanda draws a deep breath and sets the bundle of herbs to the side, picking up another to continue the process of inspection and tying up.]
I don't have a home to return to. [she makes a face.] Solvunn's the closest I have to it right now, and even saying that sounds like a sad admittance.
[because there is no certainty in their being here permanently, or that they are anything but tools, only accepted and welcomed because of who they are; outsiders, still.]
no subject
still, michael asking her something like thatβpart of wanda wonders if it's out of genuine curiosity or a sense of wanting to know facts as they are (or simply wanting to fill in the silence and quell boredom at its margins).
wanda, for her part, is silent a moment as she fixes the herbs she holds, removing some dry and dead leaves from the stems.]
My home was so broken the world decided the best thing to do was to remove it from existence entirely. Erase it from the map, let its territory be divided by the countries surrounding it.
[she doesn't like thinking of sokovia, because it is no moreβbecause it is a tomb to her people who died during the bombings, during the civil unrest, when novi grad was dropped from the sky. a tomb for her parents, for her brother.]
My parents died when the first bombs fell from the skies. My brother died a forgotten hero.
[shrugging, wanda draws a deep breath and sets the bundle of herbs to the side, picking up another to continue the process of inspection and tying up.]
I don't have a home to return to. [she makes a face.] Solvunn's the closest I have to it right now, and even saying that sounds like a sad admittance.
[because there is no certainty in their being here permanently, or that they are anything but tools, only accepted and welcomed because of who they are; outsiders, still.]