[ severely, too. hadn't thanks muttered to thor he should've aimed for his head? if being beheaded would kill the great mad titan, than wanda thinks it's safe to assume that's the way to kill anybody.
but she thinks she knows her answer. while that act may have mattered to felwinter, it wasn't enough to stop him from seeing the forest for the trees, even if some of those trees were a little bloodied.
she curves the corners of her mouth upward as she chuckles softly. ] I would think that someone beheading me would be a very big deal.
I was challenging him, so you could say that every time he did so it was an act of self-defence. Though he would not. That would require that I was a threat to him, and not just a nuisance he was trying to get rid of.
[There's an unusual lightness to his tone, somehow stiff and unnatural, as though he's trying to sound humourous but doesn't quite know how. He pauses a moment, and quickly abandons the attempt with a shake of his head.]
It was simply a case of trusting that he would not... make it permanent, despite being aware of his kill count. And despite him being aware of my own.
[And while he says simply, the fact is that it was anything but. Trust was never something that came easily to him.]
[ it feels like putting it lightly, honestly. to trust someone not to kill you, to not take advantage of however far invulnerability or what have you felwinter has. looking back, wanda understands that vision had trusted her with something similar. he wanted to die to save the world and he wanted to do so with dignity. she hadn't allowed him that, and so the world paid for it. ]
I don't know if I could ever trust someone not to take that final blow. That speaks highly of you. [ whether he wants to admit it or not.
with a small smile, she teases, ] I'm glad that your beheading wasn't permanent. It'd be a pity.
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[ severely, too. hadn't thanks muttered to thor he should've aimed for his head? if being beheaded would kill the great mad titan, than wanda thinks it's safe to assume that's the way to kill anybody.
but she thinks she knows her answer. while that act may have mattered to felwinter, it wasn't enough to stop him from seeing the forest for the trees, even if some of those trees were a little bloodied.
she curves the corners of her mouth upward as she chuckles softly. ] I would think that someone beheading me would be a very big deal.
[ now there's the joke. ]
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[There's an unusual lightness to his tone, somehow stiff and unnatural, as though he's trying to sound humourous but doesn't quite know how. He pauses a moment, and quickly abandons the attempt with a shake of his head.]
It was simply a case of trusting that he would not... make it permanent, despite being aware of his kill count. And despite him being aware of my own.
[And while he says simply, the fact is that it was anything but. Trust was never something that came easily to him.]
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[ it feels like putting it lightly, honestly. to trust someone not to kill you, to not take advantage of however far invulnerability or what have you felwinter has. looking back, wanda understands that vision had trusted her with something similar. he wanted to die to save the world and he wanted to do so with dignity. she hadn't allowed him that, and so the world paid for it. ]
I don't know if I could ever trust someone not to take that final blow. That speaks highly of you. [ whether he wants to admit it or not.
with a small smile, she teases, ] I'm glad that your beheading wasn't permanent. It'd be a pity.