Re: Mind shack of chaos: Charles/Wanda
[It was familiar, too familiar.] No, no, I can fix them, I can make them better. [Flashes of spells that were supposed to heal that didn't, of her brother and son in a house, breathing, alive, but covered in blood.] Help me make them better! I can do it! Why is it all going wrong? I know how to do this, I know, but it isn't turning out the way it should! [Because, because, what was different? Charles was different.]
It's you! You're doing this! Stop it! Get out! [Panting, and a sensation like she was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, fingers and palms and flipping to rub the back of her wrists against her tights.] Why? Why are you doing this? We didn't always agree but I never would have hurt you. I wouldn't. Help my son. Help my brother. Please. Please.