That was a lot to take in at once and Wanda found herself nodding numbly, staring at her hands on the blanket as she processed Wicked's explanation. Mostly she was relieved that she hadn't hurt Wicked or the baby. Really, she was lucky she hasn't killed anyone, or else she supposed there'd be a cell waiting for her out on the Raft. Some of what Wicked said she could corroborate from her own hazy memories, the rest she would take on faith. Still, she had no doubt the demon had at the very least tried to scare Wicked. At the very worst, well, Wanda didn't want to think about that. She was just glad it hadn't happened.
Wanda was ready to let it go, to try and move forward, but the caveat in Wicked's apology had Wanda staring at her, dismayed. That Wicked was afraid for her life or her baby's, that she wanted to try to intimidate the demon, Wanda could easily accept all of this, forgive and forget and make her own apologies. It was the blithe assurance, I'd never kill you unless it was hopeless, that gave her pause. At its worst, when the demon attacked Jessica and Tony, neither of them tried to kill Wanda for it. At what she would deem her most hopeless, begging for death, even Daimon wouldn't end her life. That Wicked was apparently willing to do so at all was unsettling.
"I'm sorry I put you in that position," she began, carefully, when Wicked was finished. "Look, I know you were afraid. And I would understand killing me in self-defense, or to save your child. But to be so sure that you'd murder someone because you think it's a mercy, that it's hopeless for them? That's not- even if you love someone, Wicked, that's not your choice to make." And it scared Wanda, saddened her, to know that Wicked would make it.