It was Wanda's turn to smile. She was nothing, was she? If she was really nothing, why did he protect her? If she didn't mean anything to him, why was he suddenly so emotional now that he knew of her pregnancy? He should have been delivering his cruel words with an eerie calmness, but instead he was screaming them. He wanted all who listened to know he found her worthless, but was he really trying to convince her or himself?
"You're lying to yourself," she said. There was a hint of cruel satisfaction in her smile that looked awkward on a woman that was always so compassionate. "You do care, if only a tiny bit, but you don't want to admit it. You don't want to be seen as weak because to you anything resembling true affection is a sign of weakness."
She approached the window, staring Loki down with a certainty and strength she had previously lacked. There was a loud bang as Wanda slammed her fist up against the wall. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She was going to take this pain and anger and make herself stronger. She was sick of her emotions being dragged through the mud by this child of a god before her.
"But those emotions don't make you weak, Loki. Denying them, that's what makes you weak. You're in this cell because those that fought you were willing to sacrifice themselves for the people and ideals they cared about. They cared about more than themselves and that made them much stronger than you."
She stepped away from the wall and turned her back on him. "I don't regret loving Tom. He gave me love and now a child. I only wish he hadn't been replaced by a bitter god trapped in his own web of lies and deceit." She started to head towards the door where Thor stood, not looking back.