"You saw it happen," River answered, letting a little exasperation creep into her voice. "What's inside doesn't matter as much as what was underneath."
The rhythm of her swinging legs slowed to an eventual stop, and for a long moment she just sat quietly, staring at the pavement. She could sense the apprehension, the anxiety, surrounding the box and the secrets and the words. Wanda had clearly encountered more about this universe, although River wasn't entirely convinced she needed to be afraid. Not unless she would be taken again, her mind cut open and put on display, her body controlled like a puppet. There were, no doubt, forces at work who resembled the Alliance's darkest corners, but there seemed to be something safe about Naboo. Perhaps too safe.
"The victorious write the records," River finally murmured. "They shape history to their liking, and that shapes the future. The things they fear are erased so they can't be used against them." She squirmed a little, agitation starting to edge its way into her consciousness. "But some things are too important to disappear. They come back, they always come back, even if it's from very far away."
She looked at Wanda again. "You shouldn't be afraid of the box," she offered again. "There are much scarier monsters in the 'verse."