That should be a cue. She should hear what he's saying, should feel her heart squeeze a little harder at the prospect of Ben being around. But it's Klaus, so mentioning their dead brother does little to pierce the agony of hearing him talk about just what she's been feeling over the past week.
Less than that. Days? When did she go to Leonard's cabin? When did she almost kill Allison?
"Yeah," she finally says, slowly, forcing the word to crawl its way out of her throat. "I know." It's new, and terrifying, and barely controllable, and she just took a backseat rather than holding onto logic or reason or any kind of compassion--
she remembers the Academy exploding around her, remembers not caring, not even a little
--Vanya has to exhale sharply, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Unseen, her fingers dig into her arms, stiff and grounding. "How are you going to help me?" It's less start-and-stop, anxiety ridden than she's sounded since he found her, but it's pretty far from pleasant, too. The edge in her voice is a warning that not even she hears.
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Less than that. Days? When did she go to Leonard's cabin? When did she almost kill Allison?
"Yeah," she finally says, slowly, forcing the word to crawl its way out of her throat. "I know." It's new, and terrifying, and barely controllable, and she just took a backseat rather than holding onto logic or reason or any kind of compassion--
she remembers the Academy exploding around her, remembers not caring, not even a little
--Vanya has to exhale sharply, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Unseen, her fingers dig into her arms, stiff and grounding. "How are you going to help me?" It's less start-and-stop, anxiety ridden than she's sounded since he found her, but it's pretty far from pleasant, too. The edge in her voice is a warning that not even she hears.