Wanda would much rather know and live with the pain than live in peace and ignorance. Pain was something that she could accept, it took time, but she would grow stronger and move passed it. That's what her and her brother tried to do.

"No. Thank you for telling me." It wasn't an easy thing to hear or to say. Death was never easy.

Wanda took another long sip of her drink. "I didn't know I had honest friends." She didn't know that she had friends. At this point in her life it was her and her brother. They were locked in their own world. She hadn't expected anything of those outside of that world.