[ So, she goes on about how the Hex started, how things seemed of but were nice, her sudden children, so Wanda let it go on without questioning it too much until more and more became weird and she had to face it. The fake brother. Agnes's interrogation. Wanda having to fix her mistake and erase her family. There are more than a few parts where Wanda has to stop to compose herself.
(ooc: aka this is the part where you may assume she spilled as much detail as you want Natasha to know, all the way between broad strokes of everything or right down to the microscopic details of it all ✨)]
— But, I have this now. [ She pulls out the badly hidden Darkhold. ] So, mythically powered witch on a multiverse mission to find her kids.
[Natasha listens intently, leaning closer, her focus entirely on Wanda. She does her best to project a supportive presence, nonjudgmental, dropping only a question here or there to clarify a point or expand a detail.
By and large she thinks Wanda does a good enough job telling her own story. In the end, she says:] You're right. That is a lot.
[Too much for one person to have to shoulder alone. Not that that ever means that they don't. Both of them have been through too much, lost too much not to know that shoulds rarely amount to a lot in practice?
I mean. This book is some Lovecraftian Necronomicon bullshit, that I the magic user am still trying to figure out, so I don't know if you want to try to make heads or tails out of it. It's all yours if you want a crack at it, though; you might find some random language in here to decipher that I can't.
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She sips the brandy herself, licking her lips.]
The Blip. I've heard about that.
[Which is the only reason she manages not to roll her eyes.]
That doesn't sound like the end of the story, though.
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[ So, she goes on about how the Hex started, how things seemed of but were nice, her sudden children, so Wanda let it go on without questioning it too much until more and more became weird and she had to face it. The fake brother. Agnes's interrogation. Wanda having to fix her mistake and erase her family. There are more than a few parts where Wanda has to stop to compose herself.
(ooc: aka this is the part where you may assume she spilled as much detail as you want Natasha to know, all the way between broad strokes of everything or right down to the microscopic details of it all ✨) ]
— But, I have this now. [ She pulls out the badly hidden Darkhold. ] So, mythically powered witch on a multiverse mission to find her kids.
That was. A lot.
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By and large she thinks Wanda does a good enough job telling her own story. In the end, she says:] You're right. That is a lot.
[Too much for one person to have to shoulder alone. Not that that ever means that they don't. Both of them have been through too much, lost too much not to know that shoulds rarely amount to a lot in practice?
That doesn't mean she has to like it.]
How do I help.
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