Jean's words felt like pin pricks against Wanda's skin. Weakened, vulnerable, they really were like test subjects trapped in a canyon. What horror would be next now that so many have lost parts of themselves.

She swallowed, the motion slow and thick. "I've never been sure how to think of myself." She admitted with her eyes focused on the tree in front of her. She saw where her fist had contacted the bark, where blood had seeped into the rough brown surface. "Now I don't know again."

The tension in her voice tightened. "I can't protect anyone like this and those damn Seers-" She exhaled, trying to force herself to calm down. She didn't know the names of those who've been watching them but she called them Seers in her head. The name was short and to the point and it did what she needed it to do; it provided a label.