"Any thoughts?" Aaron sat by the bed and handed her the bottle of water. "If you hadn't been wearing that outfit, you would have died just now.
In other words, you owe me your life.
That's war. Life is the most valuable thing there is, but also the least valuable."
"How could I have caused all this?" Tears streamed down Wanda's face, her heart filled with guilt. "This is all our fault."
Aaron fell silent for a moment before consoling her. "At least you didn't keep going down the wrong path. You recognized your mistake and tried to make up for it. Your powers helped a lot of civilians evacuate in time.
Right now, Sokovia... or rather, this floating island probably only has a few thousand people left."
"There are still thousands of people?" Wanda immediately grew agitated.
"That's a conservative estimate. The actual number may be even higher."
"We can't stay here. We should go out and help, help..." Wanda said with reddened eyes, torn by indecision. "Help the Avengers."
"Help the Avengers?" Aaron gave a scornful laugh. "You already died once. Are you seriously going to get dragged back into this?
What you just went through was only an appetizer. Outside... there are far more than hundreds or thousands of mechanical soldiers. Even if they can't kill you, they'll exhaust you to death."
"But I'm not dead yet, am I?" Wanda said without much confidence.
"Not being dead and courting death are two different things." Aaron patiently persuaded her. "Look at the civilians fleeing in panic outside. They're fighting with everything they have just to survive.
The Avengers are fighting with everything they have, unafraid of death, so those people can survive.
But you and I are different. We may not be ordinary people, but neither of us