Wanda didn't really consider herself as someone with a homeland. There was the place she was born and then there was the place that she lived and finally the countries that she visited. Earth was her home but without her brother it didn't matter where she was, it was always a little empty.

"Peitro could never sit still." She spoke absently, her voice soft and affectionate but pained too. It had only been two years since his death and then whatever time she had spent here. It felt raw at times. You never forgot the death of a sibling, more so a twin. Wanda had felt him die.

"You had two siblings?" She asked in a soft voice, inquiring with a yes or no questions instead of asking for specifics. She'd listen but Wanda knew how hard it could be to talk about.