I...still...wish that someone had rescued me when I was little. I'm not sure there's anything to do with that pain besides wait it out. But love and support are not essential to survival. I can live without them. Hell, if it wasn't for the dog I wouldn't even know what being loved feels like. And I'm still in one piece despite my "father" and Apocalypse and the fucking Admiral's best efforts.

I've already figured out what I need to do to avoid so many bad decisions. Besides controlling my emotions, I can't give up control to anyone else. I can't be the means for Mystique's revenge, or Magneto's world conquest, or the glory-hounding of jackasses like Stark. I have to go it alone.

[Fozzie very solemnly brings Wanda a leaf.]