"But you didn't," Wanda said, hold on to her sense calmness with care. "You weren't there to see anything. How do you know what's important? It is not always easy to tell, what's actually important." Talking to River reminded her of a time, it seemed very long ago, when she had been just one of many who had been gaining powers -- and no one knew exactly what anyone could do. It hadn't lasted, but it had been an unsettled time.
Wanda's hand, tracing patterns against the surface of the box, paused as she considered River's words. "I'm not afraid of it because of what it held," she admitted. "I'm afraid of not being in control. Of being...used..." She might as well say it, because she was fairly sure that River would know it whether she said it or not. That was what it was like to live amidst powers...
"People remember, no matter what the official story is," Wanda said, on firmer ground with this statement. She'd seen various regimes come and go in Sokovia, various stories touted as true, but she knew deep down that no one actually forgot, whatever they might say when the government was listening. "And it is good to remember," she added, because that was one of the pillars of her belief, one of the things that she would never let go of. Maybe the way she remembered would change, she couldn't stop that, but memory and its value would remain.