[ wanda meets her eyes, and though her gaze is steady, there's something haunted and cavernous about it. the circles under her eyes have gotten darker in her lantern light. ]
I keep thinking about resets. The woods. The town...
[ a beat. she glances past elektra, into the room behind her, how — aside from the darkness — normal it looks. the walls, the roof over her head. built, painted... rebuilt... repainted... ]
Elektra, how many towns do you think there have been?
or ride our bikes around the towwwwnnnnn
I keep thinking about resets. The woods. The town...
[ a beat. she glances past elektra, into the room behind her, how — aside from the darkness — normal it looks. the walls, the roof over her head. built, painted... rebuilt... repainted... ]
Elektra, how many towns do you think there have been?