[it's so normal to wanda now that sometimes she doesn't catch on to how bizarre—how jarring—it is to have her pull at thoughts from others, to respond to things going on in their heads without actually vocalizing them. his reaction is warranted, the way he looks at her, but she's past being apologetic about it.

he doesn't, actually, act all too surprised, and wanda's currently more interested in what he's got to say.

if that is something he's finding synonymous with the singularity—that it is something sacred, a piece of something so powerful... yeah, it would likely make sense to verge onto that kind of supposition.

wanda thinks of the old gods those in solvunn are quick to worship, to make sacrifices and offerings to.]

Hm? [her brow furrows at his question, and she supposes he would have a right to know. everyone's particularly private of their thoughts. so, in return for the slight she may have caused him, wanda is honest.] All of it, if I wanted to.

[—but she shakes her head, expression easing.]

I catch onto thoughts without meaning to — the loudest ones at any given time. [she doesn't sound incredibly sorry, but the sentiment remains akin to that.] This... relic idea. The people in Solvunn believe in Old Gods, and it might not be too wrong to think that they are real, if something like the Singularity is.

[(at least wanda has no intention of weaponizing what she could do to his mind.)]