Parallels
Sylvie is being interrogated. At least it feels like an interrogation to her. She sits opposite Wanda who asks her a set of basic questions about where she’s come from, who she is.
Instinctively Sylvie won’t answer the questions, brushing them off saying they aren’t important. Wanda finds her infuriating. “How can I help you if you won’t tell me anything?”
Wanda gets up ready to storm out of the room when Sylkie tells her: “My name is Sylvie”, she swallows, “but some people know me as Loki.” Just saying his name makes her heart beat in her chest so loud she is sure Wanda can hear it.
Wanda spins around. “What do you mean you’re Loki? Thor’s brother is dead? He was killed by Thanos!”
“No I’m not that Loki. We are all variants and I’ve met a few Lokis. In fact,” she can’t stop her self saying the words. “I know that Loki…” before Wanda can ask her what she means she quickly says: “Somewhere in the multiverse you’ll have a variant too. Or variants. What do you need to know?” She added the last bit in the hope that it would move Wanda away from the whole Loki thing. Why did she even mention him?
Wanda caught the way Sylvie tried to change the subject though. “Hang on, what did you just say? You know Loki? What do you mean?”
Sylvie signs. “He was captured by the TVA. I’m not completely sure of the details,” she feels confused when she realises how little she actually knows about him. Sylvie has drifted off in her thoughts. Wanda drags her back to reality asking: “TVA? What’s the TVA?”
“The Time Variance Authority. They stop time lines from branching off and affecting their sacred time line. They stopped my time line. They destroyed my reality. I was just a child. I escaped. I have been on the run from them for as long as I can remember.” Sylvie remembers the last time she told this story, to Loki on Lamentus. She signs again and tears spring to her eyes.
Wanda asks her if she’s ok. Touched by the girls concern Sylvie smiles, for the first time since they’ve met.
After a moment Sylvie speaks again: “You need to understand that it’s not easy for me to ask for help. I’ve had so many years of being alone with nobody to rely on. Only recently did I find the one person in the whole of reality that I was able to trust. The first time I ever did. And now I have to trust you to help me find him.”
Wanda, who is no stranger to love and longing, tells Sylvie: “You can trust me too.”