( wanda does appreciate this stephen's quiet moment of sincerity, that which pulses from him not being entirely a wave of unfathomable constructs that are too complex and mind-bending for her to parse through. for a moment, she gets something human from him—warmth, sympathy, love, and even hope, despite the fact that she can't quite make sense of the context for it.

his own softening expression is met by her own softening as well, brought forth by the inch of humanity that he's sharing with her, albeit not quite meaning to. )

You seemed to know well enough.

( about her time before arriving here, what ever should have come to pass, supposedly. but there is no bite to her words, no anger in them, because—for once—she feels seen. even if wanda isn't too keen on this.

she does frown at the zombie mention.

what, like dawn of the dead? her confusion is palpable, but she trudges through. )

I don't wish to be known here by the things you know I can do. ( she says, slowly, trying to be assertive. ) If you want to help... then you'll let me be.

( and, maybe, in giving her space, perhaps wanda will reach out to him one day. when this meeting with him isn't in the same moment as their arrival unto this world. )