[ It takes a few minutes for his next response. A deep breath, a walk around his room in the house. In circles. He had wanted to do this, simultaneously had not wanted to do this. Had sat on it for five months. Had decided not to do it, but then she'd blown up a Nonah neighbourhood, and part of him still firmly thought he was entirely in the right for what he'd done— Vanya remained a tangible threat, they hadn't known what they were dealing with at the time, she'd almost killed Allison, he'd just wanted to buy some time to figure out what to do—
But she had destroyed the world, and it had been partially his fault.
And when that Nonah neighbourhood went, she had turned away. Allison had made a point of telling him that. Vanya had turned away from her and from the house.
So.
It feels like pulling teeth — Number One was never built for this — but he makes himself do it. Tries to imagine Allison sitting in the corner watching him, as he'd spent so many years imagining her and talking to her and asking her advice, except that this time he can bring that accusing glare in full focus. ]
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But she had destroyed the world, and it had been partially his fault.
And when that Nonah neighbourhood went, she had turned away. Allison had made a point of telling him that. Vanya had turned away from her and from the house.
So.
It feels like pulling teeth — Number One was never built for this — but he makes himself do it. Tries to imagine Allison sitting in the corner watching him, as he'd spent so many years imagining her and talking to her and asking her advice, except that this time he can bring that accusing glare in full focus. ]
For avoiding you.
And for putting you in the cell. Back home.