[ Allison hadn't made a shrine to herself in a long time, but it had been impossible to miss it suddenly spread across the walls of the childhood room she'd once dismantled entirely. All remade for her return for the funeral. Meticulously down to things she didn't even know could still be found. ]

So, really, when you convinced mom to let you study late to make up for all the time spent having to run point everything and everyone else, too, you were just up rereading your exploits? Luther Hargreeves: just another teenage superstar stroking his ego into the night. My memories are all shattered now.