"Nadam se," Wanda murmured, apparently unconvinced. "Pietro, plaĊĦim se," she admitted after a moment of silence. Reaching across the table to take his hand in hers, she continued without looking up. "Of being stuck here forever, and what happens then? The longer we're here, I don't know. Will we forget about home, everything we fought for? Mama i Tata? Everything is changed." She smiled sardonically at how futile their situation felt, and finally met his gaze. "I don't like it, dragi."