Wanda eyed River, drawing away a little, not even realizing that she was doing it, and then sighed, feeling guilty. It wasn't like it was something she'd never done, looking and listening, and she could tell that she'd made it worse for River, being who she was, having the abilities she did.
And no better for herself, with all her worries. She wished she knew exactly how River's mind worked, because she could remember...learning powers. The more so because those memories had been stirred by her unexpected experience earlier with what may have been the Force, something that came without her control. She knew that learning a power was not an easy thing, and River seemed in the middle of it, not helped at all by the scary place she came from.
For a second, Wanda's mind was full of speculation. If she could share what she'd learned, if River's powers were similar enough... But Wanda had learned by experience, there had been nothing else. She didn't know how she did what she did, not exactly, and the others had all died. She'd shared with no one but Pietro, and their powers had been different enough to avoid resonance.
"Secrets want to be free," she said finally, feeling stiff with the sorrow of memory and uncertainty. "It is a sort of integrity. Don't tell anyone, and perhaps we can both..." She hesitated, before saying the word forget. "Forgive," she said instead. The intrusions went both ways, and the unhappy resonances. "I'm sorry I made it worse. I'm...not very good at this." Both of her encounters today pretty much proved that, she thought.