[she can almost gather what he's thinking, about being stuck here, the ultimate punishment for the devil himself. wanda takes solace that she's not alone, but she's been wandering this labyrinth for so long now; she can only imagine how long lucifer has been doing the same, too. it's almost surprising they have managed to meet somewhere in the middle.
but then it leaves them in a bit of a curious spot: where to next?
wanda doesn't want to head back the way she came, looking back over her shoulder again when she thinks she hears a clicking noise against the walls somewhere in the darkness.
she doesn't like feeling like prey, especially when her magic isn't working right. especially when what looms in the darkness is something horrific and incredibly silent despite its size and weight.]
Let's go back the way you came.
[by way of explanationβ]
I've been here before. We can't leave when we want, but after a while it'll let us go. [...] I think.
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but then it leaves them in a bit of a curious spot: where to next?
wanda doesn't want to head back the way she came, looking back over her shoulder again when she thinks she hears a clicking noise against the walls somewhere in the darkness.
she doesn't like feeling like prey, especially when her magic isn't working right. especially when what looms in the darkness is something horrific and incredibly silent despite its size and weight.]
Let's go back the way you came.
[by way of explanationβ]
I've been here before. We can't leave when we want, but after a while it'll let us go. [...] I think.