Her fist connected with the tree when she heard the familiar voice. No, they hadn't spoken but she knew Jean's voice. She'd known everyone's voice. It wasn't as if Wanda purposely dived into peoples heads but a small push and she'd hear everything that simmered on the surface. It was quite now, for all except the trees and the animals that began to stir with the forests wake.

Dots of blood rose to her knuckles as Wanda let her arm sag to her side. "Yes." Her voice was thick and her accent almost made the word impossible to understand. There was something dark in Wanda's gaze, a pain and hate that has grown since she was a small child.

Inhaling the crisp air she turned towards Jean. It wasn't this girl's fault and she knew that they were both experiencing the same loss, though Jean looked far more graceful than Wanda did.

Silence lingered in the air between them and then Wanda spoke. "I don't know what to do." She admitted feeling foolish and weak.