[ wanda holds mary's face in her hands, fingers threading softly into her hairline. ]

Why is that, Mary?

[ she's already had an onslaught of memories of the fight, and she does her best to let the child speak for herself. ]

I wish to get ice for your bruises, your neck that hurts, and keep you safe.

[ wanda glances at the memorial marker. ]

Are you afraid to leave it? The grave?