[it is clear that marc's life is steeped in religion—what it is, what it does, how it affects the world around him. he speaks of worship, about 'my way's right', and values that are likely fostered from a place of being unwilling to see anything but the world through anyone else's eyes.

wanda doesn't need to be neck deep in religion to know about that. perhaps her studying of the darkhold and letting it corrupt her was and continues to be some kind of worship? believing everything blindly, because it is what is owed to her?

a lot of my way's right.]

Well, those who practice some religions have been persecuted for less.

[(she is not religious herself—she lost that at some point in those two days when she and pietro were trapped, waiting for the bomb to go off or the apartment to collapse—so she doesn't have much to say or rebuke or agree with.)

in any case— she leads him towards an area with a row of cafés, all offering a different amount of things. wanda's has a preference for one just off the side, where they order their drinks through a window.]

You seem like the type who refuses to sleep. Do you just want a coffee and hope for the best?