"I heard about it. I don't know... it was strange."
There was a crate behind him, and he sat down carefully, his hand coming up to run through his hair. The ski cap fall to the ground without him noticing or caring. "I was there... I saw Rogers... and he had these two boys that he said... he said they were Wanda's. That Tony sent them to see her. Then I was with Wanda, alone in the darkness and she was crying, and Jean attacked her and hurt her. It felt like Jean was ripping her apart. Then I woke up and I couldn't feel her."
He looked up at Lorna, his eyes showing just how confused and broken he was. It was the loss of contact with his sister that caused most of it, and the barage of thoughts and emotions he had absorbed from living in Wanda's head for awhile.
"I used to always be able to feel her in my head. Now I can't. I can't feel her..." he muttered softly.
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Date: 2007-05-08 07:28 pm (UTC)There was a crate behind him, and he sat down carefully, his hand coming up to run through his hair. The ski cap fall to the ground without him noticing or caring. "I was there... I saw Rogers... and he had these two boys that he said... he said they were Wanda's. That Tony sent them to see her. Then I was with Wanda, alone in the darkness and she was crying, and Jean attacked her and hurt her. It felt like Jean was ripping her apart. Then I woke up and I couldn't feel her."
He looked up at Lorna, his eyes showing just how confused and broken he was. It was the loss of contact with his sister that caused most of it, and the barage of thoughts and emotions he had absorbed from living in Wanda's head for awhile.
"I used to always be able to feel her in my head. Now I can't. I can't feel her..." he muttered softly.