Death. Small children lost; and then grown, still lost — I know them. And I also don't—
[ wanda's voice is halting, confused, and she scratches at her right forearm — something that seems habitual... there are welts and marks there, now, where she has been pulling at her skin. pulling scales from it. ]
...Elektra, I saw sunlight. I still see it.
[ her eyes move back up to her friend's face, glassy, brimming. ]
no subject
[ she does, and she doesn't. ]
Death. Small children lost; and then grown, still lost — I know them. And I also don't—
[ wanda's voice is halting, confused, and she scratches at her right forearm — something that seems habitual... there are welts and marks there, now, where she has been pulling at her skin. pulling scales from it. ]
...Elektra, I saw sunlight. I still see it.
[ her eyes move back up to her friend's face, glassy, brimming. ]