[What he knows is that Wanda's abilities do not come naturally to her. She and her brother were science experiments, with an object that still occasionally gives him nightmares. He doesn't scoff at the idea of a prophecy, but it really does sound ridiculous. People can debate about fate and destiny all they want. It's a bunch of bullshit to him.

What catches his attention more--staying seated, letting her go where and how she needs to, watching--is the idea that she didn't just inadvertently mindfuck a town. She made a home exist. She made Vision come back. She made...kids. In the span of a week or so.

And then gave it all up. Is that what happened? When she hadn't, to his understanding, even done any of it deliberately in the first place? When her grief had driven the power inside her to do...all of that, he assumes?

He shakes his head and leans forward, elbows on his knees.]

I'm not here to judge you, Wanda. I can be a hypocrite, but not that big of one. [Though a monster might be able to call out another monster.] I'm just trying to understand what happened.