...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Everything suddenly fades to white. When things come back into focus, you find yourself standing in the middle of a city street. There are signs of a fierce battle having raged here all around you. Buildings have holes, scorch-marks, or even giant, gaping holes in their structure. Debris litters the ground. Cars are flipped over, some on fire.]

[People start to fade into existence around you, they are all running, sprinting towards something to your left. Their faces and features are blurred, but it's somehow clear that they are running in a state of panic. Turning to your left, you see large aircraft with an open tops, boarding ramps open and ready to accept these fleeing specters. Something tells you that these are rescue ships; in fact, a strange sense of joy and hope pass over you for a moment. But then, a new figure crosses right in front of you. This one's features are clear, easy to see. He is a brown haired man, with his trimmed close to his head in a sort of military cut. His uniform is unique, but it seems to be archery-related in theme. The glove on his arm, and the empty quiver on his back serving as further proof of this. The name "Hawkeye" swims in your mind.]

[The man run towards a small child, a boy lying trapped in the rubble. He's able to pull the boy to safety, scooping him up in his arms. He turns, begins to carry him back towards the ships. However, he stops in his tracks when he hears the whirling sound of helicopter blades, and the unmistakable revving of a machine gun warming up. Sure enough, the aircraft appears, swooping in on the man and child. The gun starts firing, carving a path towards them. The man's face is grim, accepting the fate that inevitably seems to be barreling towards him. He turns his back to the aircraft, attempting to shield the boy with his body. But then, just before the hail of bullets reaches him, a silver blur streaks past, and suddenly the man and child are gone.]

[In their place is the silver-haired young man from the picture. Bullet holes in his torso where the shots ripped straight through him. He stands, shudders, makes eye contact with the man and boy he saved, now kneeling safely behind a car slightly to your right. He says something to the man, but you can't make it out. The silver-haired one falls to the ground, dead.]

[Before you can even move or react to this scene, you hear a scream pierce right through you. You turn around, trying to locate the source of that agonized cry behind you. Instead, a wave of scarlet, blood-red energy washes over you. Everything goes black.]

[You are back in the prison cell now. Everything as it previously was, except now the little girl in the corner is now studying you with a curious expression. She doesn't speak, only stares.]

[truthvalue]

[Souji watches as the scene unfolds in front of him, rooted to the spot where he stands. When it's over, he's left with a racing heart and trembling hands and eyes wide with the shock of what he's just seen. He turns to the girl, a search for answers written in his expression.]

What was that?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The girl doesn't look up at first, there's a slight pause as if there's a delay between Souji's words and her ability to hear them. When she does look up, she smiles at him weakly. She doesn't say anything though. Instead, she holds up a forefinger and begins writing something out in the air. As her finger moves, the actual letters take shape in air, looking like scarlet-red tears.]

P - I - E - T - R - O

[truthvalue]

[Souji squints at the letters hanging in the space between them, mentally sounding out the letters before he speaks them aloud, hesitant:]

Pietro ... that's his name?

[It must be, right? And he's someone important to her, and he ...

Souji presses his mouth into a frown, remembering the sound of the nearby scream as the man fell to the ground, the way the flash of red felt washing over him.]

... He was hurt?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The smile disappears from the girl's face, but her eyes keep staring into Souji's. She shakes her head. Holding out her hand, the photo Souji had been looking at floats through the air, levitating just above the palm of her open hand. Shen then levitates the photo between her two hands, before making a sudden tearing motion with her two hands, pulling them apart from one another. The photo rips apart in mid air, and the image of the boy fades to a gray as the two pieces fall to the ground.]

[truthvalue]

[She doesn't have to say anything for Souji to understand what he suspected from the vision, what the gesture confirms. The frown on his face deepens, and he slowly approaches her corner, kneeling on the floor when he's closer but not too close, near but not crowding.]

You lost him. [It's obvious, so obvious, he almost hesitates to say it.] I'm ... very sorry.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The girls eyes downward, away from his face. Her smile grows ever so faint, and she nods her head slowly, somberly. Then, her mouth moves, forming words. Her voice is very quiet though, sounding more like a hushed whisper than an actual conversational tone. It soon becomes clear that she's only repeating two words, over and over.]

My fault... my fault... my fault...

[truthvalue]

[Souji blinks hard, a look of open shock flashing across his face, as if he's been slapped, as if he's had a sword shoved through his stomach. He's no stranger to this exact thought. Guilty; guilty; guilty.]

You ... think you're responsible? For what happened?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Her voice keeps to the level of a hushed whisper, from a distance it would look like her mouth is moving without speaking. Only by being close by, and listening closely could anyone hear what's she actually saying.]

If I had been with him... If I had killed Ultron... If I had been stronger... If I had told him to stay... If I had gone instead...

[truthvalue]

You can't blame yourself.

[He frowns; Souji knows it's easier to say this to someone else than to believe it yourself.]

I don't know exactly what happened, Wanda, but - you didn't kill him. I saw that much.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The muttering actually stops, the girl looks up at Souji, tears streaming from her eyes.]

I... I miss him... so much...

[The first comprehensive Wanda has said directly to Souji since he entered this room. The first sign of her dream-like daze breaking.]

[truthvalue]

I know.

[He smiles sadly at her, and stretches out his hand, an offering of shared understanding, if she wishes to accept.]

I lost someone too. I miss her every day. I think ... that's how you know they were important, maybe. Because you can't forget them.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She reaches out her own hand, hesitant at first, but ultimately accepting his own. She still has tears streaming down her face, but her expression is a little less sad and a little more understanding, agreeing with Souji's sentiment.]

You... lost someone too?

[truthvalue]

[His grip on her hand is gentle, warm, reassuring; he absently traces his thumb over her knuckles as he nods, dropping his gaze to the floor.]

My cousin. She was very important to me. She was kidnapped, and I didn't save her in time. She got very sick, and ... she died.

[Souji looks back up to her, the smile on his face gone thin.]

I understand what it's like ... to lose someone you love, to feel responsible for it.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[At Souji's explanation, Wanda's eyes tear up once more, but her expression is not one of despair like before. Instead, they are tears of sympathy, her expression clearly upset, but it is directed away from her own pain this time. Now, it is empathy for Souji. In one movement, she moves forward from a sitting position, resting on her knees, she wraps her arms around Souji, hugging him tightly.]

[truthvalue]

[It's a little surprising, but - it shouldn't be, Souji realizes, a little after the fact, as he moves to pull her closer into the embrace.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda just shakes her head, burying her face in his shoulder. She can't really bring her mouth to form words at the moment. Instead, she's content to just let the tears and the pain she's feeling, for both of them, spill out.]

[truthvalue]

[Souji holds her close, silent, a calm eye in the center of a storm. There's really nothing to say; he knows from experience how hollow words fall in this situation, so there's no point in speaking. Nothing he could say will make this devastating loss hurt less, heal the hole in her heart.

So he holds on tightly to her, and hopes that's enough to help.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[After a few moments of staying like that, wrapped in comforting arms and only the sound of crying in the room. Wanda eventually pulls herself apart from Souji, looking at him with some tears still in her eyes. There's an expression of true gratitude on her face, however, a smile on her face too.]

Thank you.

[truthvalue]

Of course.

[The smile he offers is small, steady but sad.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[At that moment, the back door to the prison cell opens. Bright light streaming in, washing over the two of them. It is blinding, making it soon impossible to see anything.]

[When Yu is able to open his eyes, after the light fades completely, he'll find himself back in his room on the Marsiva. His time in Wanda's calibration room has ended.]