[she knows that they didβshe knows they had families and loved ones and hopes and dreams. does she not carry those thoughts with her everyday? does she not think of their faces and their screams, and the way their thoughts dwindled into a cacophony despair, begging for mercy, begging to stay alive, until it was all utterly silent?
every day, wanda knows that her hands are stained with the blood of those she's killed, and she's just tryingβ she's just trying to do better, to be better, because no matter how much she tries, she can't just cease to exist.
her hands curl into fists against her chest, trying to keep her pain from spilling.]
I've β sacrificed everything. Even after finding my happiness, I gave it all up. For others. I β
β deserve... happiness, too.
[this is how villains talk, a voice in her head tells her, and she's grappling at excuses, at reasons why she was right.]
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every day, wanda knows that her hands are stained with the blood of those she's killed, and she's just tryingβ she's just trying to do better, to be better, because no matter how much she tries, she can't just cease to exist.
her hands curl into fists against her chest, trying to keep her pain from spilling.]
I've β sacrificed everything. Even after finding my happiness, I gave it all up. For others. I β
β deserve... happiness, too.
[this is how villains talk, a voice in her head tells her, and she's grappling at excuses, at reasons why she was right.]