"Daimon?" she breathed, staring up at him in hazy confusion. The sight of him brought the memories she'd been fighting back trickling into her mind. Her body reacted to the horror first as tears welled up and spilled over her cheeks before she could stop them, horrible images, sounds, tastes flooding her consciousness until she was shaking. She could feel now, more strongly than she had even after Daimon had returned the piece of her soul. It was burning in her with the same energy that fueled her abilities, that she'd drawn comfort from her entire life. Now it simply filled her with dread, shame, and revulsion. She reached out for Daimon, only to realize that her limbs were strapped to the bed. Wanda cried harder, it was beyond her control now. The things she could remember were so horrible to her, what about what she couldn't remember? What the hell had she done?
"I-I'm sorry," she managed through her weeping. "I'm so sorry."