[Jubilee's sudden movement should have triggered a strong response from Wanda. However, with her mind overwhelmed by information, her body drained by emotional turmoil, it barely registers. It's as though she’s observing her from afar. Dully, she watches as the cuffs pop off Jubilee's wrists. A detached part of her mind cynically comments that Erik really ought to work some more on his void tech; it’s obviously flawed if someone can break through it with such ease.
She displays little affect throughout Jubilee’s angry tirade. Her mind files away the new information about these strange angels and the Devil, neither of whom can lie, apparently. That this Lucifer has not been twisted into something other than an angel is definitely a surprise, but now isn’t the time to think about it.
Eventually, her mind and emotions kick back into gear. It’s a bracing experience, like finally surfacing after swimming up from the bottom of a deep well. Her legs still feel weak; she doesn’t trust them to support her. So she remains in her seat, digging her fingers into the arm rest as frustration and rage start to build.]
I’ll keep asking question until I’m satisfied with the answers. You’re free to inform me when I’m wrong, but don’t ever presume you can tell me what to think.
[She leans back in the chair, arms crossed, jaw set.]
As for Erik and his soul? He’s a grown man who, according to you, has an agenda that includes using and being used by Lucifer. If that’s the bed he’s made, then let him lie in it.
I’m a big girl; I’ll pay the price for my own actions. But I won't take responsibility for the soul of a man who resembles my biological father. So don’t you dare put that on me!
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She displays little affect throughout Jubilee’s angry tirade. Her mind files away the new information about these strange angels and the Devil, neither of whom can lie, apparently. That this Lucifer has not been twisted into something other than an angel is definitely a surprise, but now isn’t the time to think about it.
Eventually, her mind and emotions kick back into gear. It’s a bracing experience, like finally surfacing after swimming up from the bottom of a deep well. Her legs still feel weak; she doesn’t trust them to support her. So she remains in her seat, digging her fingers into the arm rest as frustration and rage start to build.]
I’ll keep asking question until I’m satisfied with the answers. You’re free to inform me when I’m wrong, but don’t ever presume you can tell me what to think.
[She leans back in the chair, arms crossed, jaw set.]
As for Erik and his soul? He’s a grown man who, according to you, has an agenda that includes using and being used by Lucifer. If that’s the bed he’s made, then let him lie in it.
I’m a big girl; I’ll pay the price for my own actions. But I won't take responsibility for the soul of a man who resembles my biological father. So don’t you dare put that on me!