Chapter Thirty-Four
The room had been quiet for some time. Vision and Wanda's swift exit left an atmosphere that had not yet been penetrated by noise. Not even the screaming of traffic or humans seemed to pop the bubble their departure had created. Even without noise, though, (Y/N) could not find peace within herself. The crimson the Witch had bathed the room in was vivid and coerced a rather bitter response from the Titan. She could almost feel the color seeping in through her skin, setting in her blood; thickening like a lethal injection. The red disturbed her. Why was there a need to submerge the whole room in it? As far as (Y/N) had been concerned, she'd done absolutely nothing wrong. The natural dynamic of relationships had slipped from her since her people had been slaughtered. Whatever the Witch had
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