[There's something dreamlike in experiencing Wanda's power, seeing the world through her pieced together memories. He just wished she was showing him something other than a nightmare.
Peter has never, not once in the past seventeen years, thought about what life would be without his twin. The idea of it was simply inconceivable. Less something too painful- though it was, it was in all the worst ways- but just something he simply couldn't make himself think about. They'd been together since the first breath, some part of him simply believed they'd be together to the last. Anything else was wrong.
Cosmically, horribly wrong.
It feels like someone is carving a hole it his chest, to see and feel what has happened to Wanda. To this other version of himself. To feel what it is to loose the one person the one person they were never supposed to be without. A connection severed in its prime. And the worst part isn't in feeling it, it's in knowing that Wanda has been. She's carried it all this time and all on her own.]
Wanda.
[He can't say anything other than her name, choking out the syllables like a last prayer. He pulls her in by her hand, wrapping her up again. He squeezing to tight, crushing her to her chest but he can't make himself let go.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't- I should have-[He should have known. Somehow, he should have known, should have come to her sooner. Should have some way to fix this. But he can't. And he's so sorry for it.]
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Peter has never, not once in the past seventeen years, thought about what life would be without his twin. The idea of it was simply inconceivable. Less something too painful- though it was, it was in all the worst ways- but just something he simply couldn't make himself think about. They'd been together since the first breath, some part of him simply believed they'd be together to the last. Anything else was wrong.
Cosmically, horribly wrong.
It feels like someone is carving a hole it his chest, to see and feel what has happened to Wanda. To this other version of himself. To feel what it is to loose the one person the one person they were never supposed to be without. A connection severed in its prime. And the worst part isn't in feeling it, it's in knowing that Wanda has been. She's carried it all this time and all on her own.]
Wanda.
[He can't say anything other than her name, choking out the syllables like a last prayer. He pulls her in by her hand, wrapping her up again. He squeezing to tight, crushing her to her chest but he can't make himself let go.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't- I should have-[He should have known. Somehow, he should have known, should have come to her sooner. Should have some way to fix this. But he can't. And he's so sorry for it.]