wanda recoils, shoulders hunching as if to deflect a blow, but the pain she's feeling is entirely emotional and defensive posture cannot protect her from it. he isn't lying, but - ]
How is that your name.
[ it's a stupid question and she knows that it is the moment that it leaves her mouth, but then she doesn't expect a serious answer; it's more an expression of her disbelief than anything else.
he isn't her brother, but there are elements of pietro that she recognises: not just the name, but the speed and the intent - but her brother is dead and this one is called peter, not pietro.
wanda forces herself upright again. ] I don't understand.
[ it doesn't change anything whether she does or not, though, does it? ] You are not lying, and I can actually tell.
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wanda recoils, shoulders hunching as if to deflect a blow, but the pain she's feeling is entirely emotional and defensive posture cannot protect her from it. he isn't lying, but - ]
How is that your name.
[ it's a stupid question and she knows that it is the moment that it leaves her mouth, but then she doesn't expect a serious answer; it's more an expression of her disbelief than anything else.
he isn't her brother, but there are elements of pietro that she recognises: not just the name, but the speed and the intent - but her brother is dead and this one is called peter, not pietro.
wanda forces herself upright again. ] I don't understand.
[ it doesn't change anything whether she does or not, though, does it? ] You are not lying, and I can actually tell.