Her relief was palatable. She worried for her brother. While her anger was like a quick flash, his seemed to simmer, and often got him into trouble. The problem was, it was always in defense of someone or something else. "Gestena, thank you. He only bristles when defending others. If it was only himself. . . "
She wouldn't argue rights. Not now. She understood so many in this land argued rights. Believing all, everywhere, should have them. She just didn't understand how that could work with honor, and pride. Perhaps it couldn't, few seemed to take their family seriously, how could you defend your family name, if you didn't give up a few of your rights as a person. In order to help a greater cause? That was how she understood the Brotherhood. Certainly not as the murderers he was painting.
She began shaking her head in protest. "No, Dovo's a huckaben, no. There is no murder."
Wanda raised her head, her eyes filled and she shook her head. "We did not know of mutants, only that we were different. I was different. I was, careless, frightened and hurt people. The village attacked us, killed our parents. Erik saved us. He told us we weren't the only ones and he only wishes that no one is persecuted."
Sadly, she wasn't sure she believed that was all it was. She wasn't allowed on all missions and she did not trust Raven. "No one should lose their family, no matter their, their, r'asa. I understand the need for death, for fighting for yourself and others. I do not have to enjoy it."