"I know," she nodded, relieved to have to drop any pretense otherwise. Still, she remained where she was, at a safe distance, unwilling to make Wicked any edgier than she clearly already had. But the thing in Wanda's head had other plans. Rip and tear and shred, it demanded, and Wanda felt her gaze fixed against her will on Joseph. She grit her teeth, fighting against the disgusting impulses that weren't her own. She closed her eyes and shook her head to banish the voice, but its cruelty continued. Claw and rend and gnaw and gorge. It laughed and laughed.
"No, stop it," Wanda hissed at herself, pressed her hands to her face and felt tears rise in her eyes. She breathed deeply and forced herself a few paces backwards, even further away, and the voice went quiet. Wanda was in control again, but changed a little more, her eyes a shade darker. It felt as if she'd won a small battle, but knew she was losing the war. "Can you sense non-human entities?" she finally croaked, staring balefully at Wicked. She needed help, she had to know if she was losing her mind or if this truly was something so much worse.