[She tilts her own head, so that it rests on his, tucked together like brunette gear cogs.
Excuses and platitudes dither around her mind. She remembers trying to write theodicy for Alex, when Pietro left, and feels abruptly guilty for not lighting him a candle. For not thinking of him. But she believes, now, more than she did then. The barge had confirmed some of his worst fears, made him think he had to choose between Wanda and redemption. The barge had not been helping him. She thinks of the things she said about Tosh, before she left, that it was not healing to be surrounded by people who resented you. She thinks about Helena, willing to make her daughter a Death Knight for good, stuck on it like the Magneto-thing in silent hill. She thinks of how good their wardens were, all of them that had them, reaching and well-suited. But something just didn't catch.]
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Excuses and platitudes dither around her mind. She remembers trying to write theodicy for Alex, when Pietro left, and feels abruptly guilty for not lighting him a candle. For not thinking of him. But she believes, now, more than she did then. The barge had confirmed some of his worst fears, made him think he had to choose between Wanda and redemption. The barge had not been helping him. She thinks of the things she said about Tosh, before she left, that it was not healing to be surrounded by people who resented you. She thinks about Helena, willing to make her daughter a Death Knight for good, stuck on it like the Magneto-thing in silent hill. She thinks of how good their wardens were, all of them that had them, reaching and well-suited. But something just didn't catch.]
I'm sorry. I wish I'd gotten to know him a bit.