[She tries to read him, to press in more, but all she gets is this endless feeling, like an expanse that stretches on. Wanda squints again, just trying to understand. His answer doesn't entirely help her either. Her obscure knowledge base is American sitcoms, not Greek mythology.]
Thous-- [Thousands of years. She opens her mouth for a second.]
Something Greek? [She shakes her head. She didn't get a chance to go to school after being orphaned, running away, joining a political group, being experimented on eventually.]
no subject
Thous-- [Thousands of years. She opens her mouth for a second.]
Something Greek? [She shakes her head. She didn't get a chance to go to school after being orphaned, running away, joining a political group, being experimented on eventually.]
I'm sorry. I don't think I know it.