A grim present with an even more grim set of circumstances surrounding his whereabouts. Wanda is curious and wants to ask for clarifications, to get a peek inside the mind of a new individual through good old conversation alone.
But there is always a time and place for it, and now is not either of those.
"Sounds lonely," she points out, about the fact that the two of them are the only ones who might know he's alive. Hopefully someone is looking for him, just as Wanda knows no one is looking for her body.
She glances over at the contents of his offering, instead, and wonders if the act of presenting what he does comes from experience or what he thinks is right.
(That's the thing with offerings, though; there's no specific way to go about it, but feeling alone is a good enough starting point.)
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But there is always a time and place for it, and now is not either of those.
"Sounds lonely," she points out, about the fact that the two of them are the only ones who might know he's alive. Hopefully someone is looking for him, just as Wanda knows no one is looking for her body.
She glances over at the contents of his offering, instead, and wonders if the act of presenting what he does comes from experience or what he thinks is right.
(That's the thing with offerings, though; there's no specific way to go about it, but feeling alone is a good enough starting point.)
"βare you going to offer a prayer, too?"