[that question is a little difficult to answer, truth be told. wanda shakes her head, silent for a moment. it's hard to reconcile how she calls herself a mother who loves her boys, but the moment the alternate version of one of them shows up — she reacts the way she did—

wanda brings her hands down to rest against her lap, wriggling at her fingers nervously. how much does she want to explain? about why she had reacted the way she did? how the memory of tommy and billy, scared of her, asking her not to hurt them, was so fresh in her mind when this billy showed up, calling her mom.

maybe she can circumvent that entirely?]

I've... had a hard time talking to him. We've done better lately, but it's — difficult, sometimes.

[how every wanda in the multiverse gets to have their boys, one way or the other, but not her.]

I know he didn't go through what my boys did, though.