#pheunix

«⟠» "It's just hard to think about it. I feel like," Wanda paused. She took a deep breath and she couldn't help but stiffen a bit as soon as she felt the Jean's hand on top of hers. She relaxed and shook her shoulders a bit, looking down at her costume, which was slightly scratched, ripped and broken. She'd have to fix that soon. "like I didn't do a good job protecting my brother. They could've taken me, but– but they took my brother, they took more of us, and they took me. I.." Both of her hands seconds after held tightly Jean's hand, saying with a weak voice, and eyes– eyes that showed that these words she was going to say, were completely sincere. "Thank you, Jean."