i. the caravan [Given the choice, Wanda decides to stay back to help tend to the survivors. It's the harder path, but this is clearly where she's needed.
Some of the survivors sit in stunned silence while she sees to their injuries while others clearly need to talk through everything they've seen. Wanda tends to them all with the kind of patience and sympathy that comes with living through her own share of disasters, sometimes staying quiet or trying to offer a distraction while asking gentle probing questions of the ones who need to talk. What she hears is disturbing, and in one of the rare moments the trail of wounded dies down, Wanda sighs and turns to the nearest person.]
This was too well-planned. I thought that maybe... [She shakes her head, deciding against elaborating.] But they made sure that the survivors wouldn't be able to tell anyone who did this.
ii. aftermath [Eventually they've done all they can and load up the rescue train to return to Draega with the survivors. Wanda finds a seat on a crate of recovered supplies, the collie puppy finally content to rest on her lap.
She can't remember being tired like this. Of course she's tired physically, but it's more than that, something deeper.
She's staring off into nothing, and it's only when the puppy stirs under her hand that Wanda snaps back to reality and seems to realize that she's been staring at someone for an indeterminate length of time. She winces and smiles sheepishly.]
Wanda Maximoff | ota
[Given the choice, Wanda decides to stay back to help tend to the survivors. It's the harder path, but this is clearly where she's needed.
Some of the survivors sit in stunned silence while she sees to their injuries while others clearly need to talk through everything they've seen. Wanda tends to them all with the kind of patience and sympathy that comes with living through her own share of disasters, sometimes staying quiet or trying to offer a distraction while asking gentle probing questions of the ones who need to talk. What she hears is disturbing, and in one of the rare moments the trail of wounded dies down, Wanda sighs and turns to the nearest person.]
This was too well-planned. I thought that maybe... [She shakes her head, deciding against elaborating.] But they made sure that the survivors wouldn't be able to tell anyone who did this.
ii. aftermath
[Eventually they've done all they can and load up the rescue train to return to Draega with the survivors. Wanda finds a seat on a crate of recovered supplies, the collie puppy finally content to rest on her lap.
She can't remember being tired like this. Of course she's tired physically, but it's more than that, something deeper.
She's staring off into nothing, and it's only when the puppy stirs under her hand that Wanda snaps back to reality and seems to realize that she's been staring at someone for an indeterminate length of time. She winces and smiles sheepishly.]
Sorry.
iii. wild card
[You know what to do!]