"That was..." she began and then faltered, not really sure how to explain it or where to begin. That was someone Wanda loved slowly killing himself while she stood by, the paradigm of hypocrisy, and allowed him to carry on his destruction at the side of a hateful enabler. That was pride and envy and gluttony and wrath and probably all of the Seven Deadly Sins neatly packaged into one very short and awkward conversation. That was a sort of heartbreak that never ceased to surprise her no matter how sure she was that she could handle it. "You ever notice how much it still hurts, even when you know that you can't have something but you really want it anyway?" she asked and drained the rest of her martini. "That's what that was."