But it wasn't Wicked, and the situation clearly wasn't so bleak as her potential scenario, or else Wanda wouldn't be alive and demon-free, having this conversation. "If it was you, I'd do everything in my power to save you, because you're worth saving!" Wanda protested, indignant that Wicked would even contemplate giving up in any situation when she had a family, those two beautiful children to raise. Wicked, of all people, should have understood how much a child needed it's mother. Despite her ire, Wanda was distantly pleased that this outrage, this compassion for her family, was real, though still faint. She at wasn't the emotional level of having her entire soul back, but it was certainly a good start.
A machine beeped a warning and Wanda drew in a few deep breaths. "It's never hopeless," she added softly, conciliatory. There was no sense in Wanda getting worked up or in Wicked's feeling morose about a hypothetical. And there no reason for her sister-in-law keep feeling sorry over Wanda's predicament, either. Wanda was going to be miserable enough about it for the both of them, once she was alone again. That was why she waved Wicked back to her chair beside the bed, because she didn't want to return to her nightmares, and Wicked's extremes and fatalism troubled her. Pouring her focus on someone else was a way to distract herself and cope, and hopefully talking about her problems would be therapeutic for Wicked as well.
"Wicked, I know you've been going through so much and I haven't been able to be there for you or Joe like I should have been. I'm so sorry for that." She offered her hand for Wicked to take again.