She is mostly able to control her reactions as he speaks, until he gets to this situation that Cyclops had set up, this untenable problem. Then something in Wanda's expression changes. Instead of tensing, it's slack. It's the patient, almost absent sort of anger that only overtakes her on rare occasions.

If she saw Scott Summers right now, she doesn't know what she'd do to him.

The moment passes, with the lift of her chin and the twist of her mouth, the inscrutability eventually yielding genuine emotion, but...he's supposed to be better than that. Wanda can't even really call herself anyone's hero anymore, but in her absence, what the hell has become of the people she believed you could rely on to stay steady? Now they're power-mad, "cutting losses," playing games with people's lives.

Including Remy's.

The revelation of Apocalypse inside him takes her less aback than he might have thought, but it's horrifying enough that she looks at him with a kind of sympathy. If anyone understands what it's like to have something terrible and enormous in you, a piece of a monster, it's Wanda.

Chthon's never been able to claim her, but he's certainly tried.

"Remy..." She moves closer to curl one arm around him. Touch is one of their little reassurances between each other. It's impressive, she thinks, that he managed to hide this the hole time.

"I'm so sorry."