"Good, that's good that you feel that way, because the alternative is horrible." That relief Wicked sought could come with a terrible price. Even killing him. Revenge would be hollow, if she threw away everything to have it. Wanda squeezed Wicked's hand and reached out to brush away the tears from her face.
"I hope you are tired of it, Wicked, because holding onto hate and revenge, it's just going to send you on a path to self-destruction. If you let your anger get the best of you, if you cross the line, then he won anyway. And every time you look into your children's eyes you're going to hate yourself more than you ever hated him. Don't let your rage destroy you, because it will ruin you long before it ruins him. You said you would want to end it if you became like him, well then don't your hate for him make you into the same kind of monster he is. Let it go and move forward." It was a hard lesson to learn, one Wanda still struggled with herself all the time, but she thought it needed to be said. Whether it fell on deaf ears or not, Wanda believed that Wicked was better than her fury and her hate, that they were only holding her back. For Wicked's children's sake, Wanda hoped their mother could move on. "You can save your family without losing yourself."