His thoughts chill slightly when he thinks of Wanda on the beach, her power alive at her fingertips, a familiar soul calling out to him, too much the same. Villains both, thrashing out at the world. That darkness with no reprieve.

Her voice trips through their conjoined thoughts. Shaky, shallow, eerie. And his single, impossibly weighty, response:

Would you rather die than return to your cage?
Yes.

Mmmm.

No, his response his quiet, for once not using an airy thought to chase away or hide what he very much knows just happened, but he's still hardly going to acknowledge it, She absolutely does not see herself that way.