[ They're all sharp barbs and hurting all the soft parts of them, even if it's unintentional, isn't it? And Klaus can't help the anger, frozen cold, in the pit of his stomach. He fees like his limbs are lead as he replies, vomiting all the words and fears he has of his powers. Because if there's one thing Vanya is right about, it's that he doesn't know how she would act. So why not give her the particulars? ]
fine then how would you have done it differently? tell me, when you saw a lady with a crooked neck standing over your bed when you were six, singing french to you through a broken jaw, how would you have reacted? or when someone slipped into your skin and forced you into the back seat to speak through your mouth and use your hands, would you have been anything less than terrified? when your brother who you couldn't save shows up by your side like a constant shadow, what would you do? welcome that constant reminder of your failure with open arms?
tell me, seven, how would you have done it as number four?
[It's cruel, using their numbers. It's cruel, but he doesn't want to be kind. Not after that comment about Dave. ]
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fine then
how would you have done it differently?
tell me, when you saw a lady with a crooked neck standing over your bed when you were six, singing french to you through a broken jaw, how would you have reacted?
or when someone slipped into your skin and forced you into the back seat to speak through your mouth and use your hands, would you have been anything less than terrified?
when your brother who you couldn't save shows up by your side like a constant shadow, what would you do? welcome that constant reminder of your failure with open arms?
tell me, seven, how would you have done it as number four?
[It's cruel, using their numbers. It's cruel, but he doesn't want to be kind. Not after that comment about Dave. ]