[Anya lets Wanda say her piece, waits quietly while she finds everything she wants to say. Quietly, with cold conviction and pushed out of her, she murmurs,]

I'd kill him for you. I know you don't want to and I'm glad you're not ruled by bitterness, but I would kill him for what he did to you. Slower than mine. It wouldn't accomplish much but I'd do it and like it.

[her mouth quirks after a moment, just a little]

There but for the grace of...someone, anyway? I don't think it's messed up. It's messed up that such awful similar things happened universes apart, but it's not messed up to relate when the parallels are there.

[she swallows, hard]

Even when I'm saying everything, I don't know how to say how much that means to me, that I'm still, that you don't even want to cut me off. But even if you leave tomorrow, I won't forget it.