[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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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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