[ it's with a cold dread settling in her stomach that she recognizes the tone of the other girl's voice — it's an emptiness she knows all too well, an emptiness she could feel pulling at her every time she laid eyes on Robb, sleeping in his pod, remembering his warm laughter and steady eyes and knowing that the chances she'd ever see or hear them again were so, so slim they might as well not have existed.
she doesn't need to see what happens: it might happen in this memory, or the next, or the next, but she knows.
she knows because it's happened to her, too. ]
... I'm sorry, [ she whispers in the end, quiet and pained. ]
[Wanda can hear the reflection of her own despair in Sansa's voice - there are some things only someone who has experienced them can understand. Whatever her circumstances, the other woman has lost someone very close to her, too.
She hopes whatever power has them in its grip isn't going to make them watch it.]
We need... [Her voice isn't steady. Wanda takes a shaky breath and tries again.] We need to find a way out of here.
[ she can't quite smile, not with this, but the look she gives Wanda is one full of sympathy, a shared pain in her eyes.
then she nods. ]
We'll find it. [ she can hear the unsteadiness in her voice; whatever is going to happen isn't something they need to see. they have to find a way out. ]
[And in the blink of an eye, Pietro's gone. Wanda keeps telling herself that he's alive on Thesa Station, but this image has been burned into her mind for months. It was the last time she saw him awake and alive.
But Sansa's right. They need to move.]
Stay close to me. It isn't safe. [Scarlet flares to life around her fingers, the same power past-Wanda had just used to take out a Sentry.]
Maybe they can't hurt us, but we should still be careful.
[ she wants to ask about so many things, how the man disappears so quickly, what the strange red smoke around Wanda's fingers is, and yet, all she does is nod. she knows she's no use in a fight, especially one like this. ]
Yes... thank you. [ she bites her lip and follows Wanda, but can't resist glancing back. ] Are those... robots?
[ a word she's only learned while in Olympia, but she thinks she's using it correctly. those things definitely look like what she was told robots look like. ]
[Wanda's just not going to tell her that the city is flying and that there is no way out unless they can break the illusion. No need to worry Sansa until it becomes a problem.]
Yes, Ultron's Sentries.
[Maybe they can try to get to the building across the street by taking cover behind abandoned cars?]
Alright, [ she confirms, committing the word sentries to memory, in case she ever encounters it again. she follows behind Wanda until they've crossed the street — then she ducks behind the cars when she feels the street trembling, shaking like an earthquake. ]
Can I ask — [ she starts, starting to straighten but hunching down again when there's a loud explosion that leaves her ears ringing for the next five seconds, ]
Why is this happening? Why are those robots attacking you? [ she knows she's prying, but she's in a desperate need for something to distract her from the chaos, and it's all she can think of. ]
[The ground shakes with the explosion and Wanda clutches at the nearest car for balance. For something she knows is an illusion, it feels exactly like being back there.]
Because Ultron wants to kill everyone and we are trying to stop him.
[Of course he had to pick Novi Grad to be the catalyst, as if her home hadn't seen enough tragedy.]
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[ it's with a cold dread settling in her stomach that she recognizes the tone of the other girl's voice — it's an emptiness she knows all too well, an emptiness she could feel pulling at her every time she laid eyes on Robb, sleeping in his pod, remembering his warm laughter and steady eyes and knowing that the chances she'd ever see or hear them again were so, so slim they might as well not have existed.
she doesn't need to see what happens: it might happen in this memory, or the next, or the next, but she knows.
she knows because it's happened to her, too. ]
... I'm sorry, [ she whispers in the end, quiet and pained. ]
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[Wanda can hear the reflection of her own despair in Sansa's voice - there are some things only someone who has experienced them can understand. Whatever her circumstances, the other woman has lost someone very close to her, too.
She hopes whatever power has them in its grip isn't going to make them watch it.]
We need... [Her voice isn't steady. Wanda takes a shaky breath and tries again.] We need to find a way out of here.
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then she nods. ]
We'll find it. [ she can hear the unsteadiness in her voice; whatever is going to happen isn't something they need to see. they have to find a way out. ]
What if we walk away from this? Perhaps then...
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But Sansa's right. They need to move.]
Stay close to me. It isn't safe. [Scarlet flares to life around her fingers, the same power past-Wanda had just used to take out a Sentry.]
Maybe they can't hurt us, but we should still be careful.
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Yes... thank you. [ she bites her lip and follows Wanda, but can't resist glancing back. ] Are those... robots?
[ a word she's only learned while in Olympia, but she thinks she's using it correctly. those things definitely look like what she was told robots look like. ]
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Yes, Ultron's Sentries.
[Maybe they can try to get to the building across the street by taking cover behind abandoned cars?]
Stay low and stay close, all right?
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Can I ask — [ she starts, starting to straighten but hunching down again when there's a loud explosion that leaves her ears ringing for the next five seconds, ]
Why is this happening? Why are those robots attacking you? [ she knows she's prying, but she's in a desperate need for something to distract her from the chaos, and it's all she can think of. ]
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Because Ultron wants to kill everyone and we are trying to stop him.
[Of course he had to pick Novi Grad to be the catalyst, as if her home hadn't seen enough tragedy.]
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Why does someone always want to kill everyone?
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The same reason they want to rule the world.
[Destroy it to rebuild it; you know, Tuesday.]
Come on, I think it's clear.
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[ why would anyone in their right mind want to rule the entire world? that's just stupid. ]
Alright. Lead the way.