The girl—Wanda—hears him, but her mind seems undecided. It is like she recognizes him, and recognizes that he also cannot exist in this particular memory. The world has already shattered into thousands of irreparable pieces, here, and she's trying to hold on so tightly to the broken glass that reflect comfort rather than destruction.
But I'm scared.
She doesn't want to let go of her brother's hand. If she lets him go, what will happen to Pietro? They have to stay together, no matter what, especially now—especially now that their parents are gone—especially now that the bomb tick-tick-ticks in the rubble.
Biting her lip lightly, her free hand moves just so, as if to hold onto Istredd's offered hand.
Wanda, don't!
The echoes across fractured glass, shrill and sharp. Wanda hesitates, looks back at her brother, at how tightly he holds her hand, then back at Istredd.
no subject
The girl—Wanda—hears him, but her mind seems undecided. It is like she recognizes him, and recognizes that he also cannot exist in this particular memory. The world has already shattered into thousands of irreparable pieces, here, and she's trying to hold on so tightly to the broken glass that reflect comfort rather than destruction.
She doesn't want to let go of her brother's hand. If she lets him go, what will happen to Pietro? They have to stay together, no matter what, especially now—especially now that their parents are gone—especially now that the bomb tick-tick-ticks in the rubble.
Biting her lip lightly, her free hand moves just so, as if to hold onto Istredd's offered hand.
The echoes across fractured glass, shrill and sharp. Wanda hesitates, looks back at her brother, at how tightly he holds her hand, then back at Istredd.