[wanda needn't be a mind reader to take note of this man's generous hesitation in answering her question. it brings her pause, too, wondering if perhaps he was one of many whom her chaos magic tackled while in the horizon, terrorizing without meaning to, without having coherent thought of it other than a cocoon of grief and shame (and volatile anger)β
nocwich he says, instead, and it brings her some relief. and, despite herself, the dog brings her a sort of anchor, a comfort in her nervousness and anxieties.
she extricates herself from those feelings a bit.]
I β have been unwell. [still is, but less marked by that madness that had touched her mind.] I recently lost my children. [this is very summarized. she helps herself to stand now, hands clasped together.] If I hurt you, or did somethingβ I'm... sorry.
[there is hesitation from her behalf, too, as she says the following (as she seems to plead for an unspoken case),]
no subject
nocwich he says, instead, and it brings her some relief. and, despite herself, the dog brings her a sort of anchor, a comfort in her nervousness and anxieties.
she extricates herself from those feelings a bit.]
I β have been unwell. [still is, but less marked by that madness that had touched her mind.] I recently lost my children. [this is very summarized. she helps herself to stand now, hands clasped together.] If I hurt you, or did somethingβ I'm... sorry.
[there is hesitation from her behalf, too, as she says the following (as she seems to plead for an unspoken case),]
I won't hurt you.