[ wanda places one hand over mary's, covers both it and the knife, covers up the blood, right in mary's lap. she hasn't seen anything yet, she hopes not to, for the girl's sake, as fearful as she is of this great secret — this side of herself no one must know.

wanda knows exactly how that feels.

her hand is warm and protective over mary's much smaller one, and the weapon beneath it. ]

His name is Vanitas. I know him. I will make sure he keeps your secret.

[ wanda tilts her head down, to make sure to catch mary's eyes, keep them steady. ]

But you must not play with him again. Understood? Not safe.