"Yeah and what about Magneto?!" She spat back with a humorless laugh. "If it really came to it, if there was really no hope. Like your father? Fuck! Joe and Katya and Pietro can do better, move on, take me out. I'm not passing judgement hastily I'm saying that if you know with ALL CERTAINTY that I am as fucked up and twisted as your father fucking kill me. I mean, aren't you tired?" She had seen darkness she felt it in Wanda, that thing was going to devour her. And she had felt what it meant to be without any soul, pure evil as far as she was concerned, in their father. Their fucking monster of a father. Wanda there was hope for now but her father was living proof that there were cases where there was no hope for redemption. She was beyond mercy with that man. Wicked took her sister-in-law's hand and started crying again.
"Cause I am so fucking tired of being angry at him and vengeful and sad every time he takes something from me. I'm sick of him going back to his fucking island where no one can touch him. I'm just so tired of hoping that when Pietro gets back it'll be fine because it never is!"