She watched him curiously, a string of snapshots flickering through her mind like pieces of a film put together without sound or order and filtered through a cold, lifeless lens. Wanda did not really understand what she was experiencing and, despite the strange coldness that washed over her when she allowed his mind to bleed into hers, she was slightly fascinated.
"You have been through a lot," was her reply, as much a comment as it was an observation on what she had seen. Wanda caught the glass between her palms and it didn't feel so cold. That was odd. "You do not want to hurt people but sometimes the loneliness becomes unbearable."