[the idea alone that whatever had transpired between them was just something she thought and that he just played along withβ? it cuts deep. part of wanda knows that something about this isn't right, that matt does not mean half the things he is saying, but with the way she had let her walls down around him, she was not ready to shield herself from how sharp they are.
the potentiality of her being dangerous, that's what she's been trying to work on. maybe she can never be good again, but she would never be tempted by flights maddening and selfish desires.
if it's just her β and if matt never really believed that she would be worth redeeming β it's like standing in the wake of devastation, waiting for a cataclysm to unfold, feeling impossibly alone; building up all this hope, when it has always amounted to failure.
she takes a few steps back into the darkness of this place; something gives, and she can feel the threads of foundation of this 'room' give way, cracks that grow by the second.]
You don't mean these things. [she needs to believe as much.] You don't.
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the potentiality of her being dangerous, that's what she's been trying to work on. maybe she can never be good again, but she would never be tempted by flights maddening and selfish desires.
if it's just her β and if matt never really believed that she would be worth redeeming β it's like standing in the wake of devastation, waiting for a cataclysm to unfold, feeling impossibly alone; building up all this hope, when it has always amounted to failure.
she takes a few steps back into the darkness of this place; something gives, and she can feel the threads of foundation of this 'room' give way, cracks that grow by the second.]
You don't mean these things. [she needs to believe as much.] You don't.