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Billy Maximoff knew that the Hex was collapsing.
Being psychic unfortunately lent itself to things like that. The only place that had been totally quiet was Agatha’s house and Agatha’s head, since she was deliberately blocking any interference. He hadn’t told many people about the extent of his abilities yet; there hadn’t really been any time. Still, he had enough mind-reading ability to know exactly why his parents were tucking him and his brother, Tommy, into bed, saying a loving good-night in place of good-bye.
“Thank you… for choosing me to be your mom…” their mother had said, before turning out the lights to go downstairs with their father.
Thus, at the tender age of ten (and, arguably, even less than that due to being magically aged up by several years in this strange place), Billy Maximoff was faced with the knowledge that the only world he knew was literally collapsing, and he was likely to disintegrate with it.
He didn’t tell Tommy, and he didn’t tell his parents that he knew either. Whether it was a result of the Hex-aging or just his natural personality, he made the mature decision that it would only make things worse to panic his brother, and knew that his mom had done her best to try and give them a peaceful send-off in their sleep.
Despite her having magically changed everything to a late hour to help them fall asleep, he was stuck awake. Knowing you’re about to disintegrate could do that to you.
As a result, he was fully aware when a shadowy figure snuck into their room. However, he barely had the chance to attempt reading their thoughts before they pressed something to his neck and he drifted into unconsciousness.