[ 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. ]
really? because last i saw you were using your powers to end the world.
so what, some guy manipulates you and you decide fuck it, the entire world should end? because what, dad lied to you? ignored you? decided that when you wern't perfect to toss you aside?
join the club vanya, because in that regard? your not special
[ The gloves are off, and he doesn't pull his punches. She wants to blame him for Leonard? Fine, but he's not taking sole responsibility. He wasn't solely to blame for all the bullshit that she went through. Reginald was. Leonard was. Luther was. Allison and Five and Diego were.
Vanya has been avoiding asking that question since she got here. Did she decide any of it, did she want it? Did she want to kill them because they ruined her concert?
God, yes.
She stabs at the screen, listening to her heart beat in her ears, feeling the rage consuming her.]
you spent all this time trying to kill yourself and too afraid to do it
[None of this feels like a wish. Who wants to be this angry? Who wants to feel blind rage that he managed to get the last word? She can't think of a response and decides just not replying is enough of a fuck you to make do, but--
But. A few minutes later, when the anger finally starts to leave her body, she replays the texts in her head. When did she get like this, so quick to anger, quick to hurt? This isn't who she was - not before, not on her meds, so who is she now?
Who is she?
An asshole, and a bad sister, and the guilt is enough to choke on, too much to ever put into words. She couldn't figure out how to apologize for losing control and accidentally-ish hurting him, how does she apologize for intention?
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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. ]
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[Lie, she can feel the lie as she types it and doesn't care. Like he knows her well enough to call her on it? Who cares.
(Singing French, why does that prickle the back of her head?)
She can't stop herself. Apparently that doesn't just apply to her powers.]
I wouldn't have made Ben deal with watching me OD over and over
you know what i would have done? learned to use my powers properly sometime before the end of the world
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so what, some guy manipulates you and you decide fuck it, the entire world should end? because what, dad lied to you? ignored you? decided that when you wern't perfect to toss you aside?
join the club vanya, because in that regard? your not special
[ The gloves are off, and he doesn't pull his punches. She wants to blame him for Leonard? Fine, but he's not taking sole responsibility. He wasn't solely to blame for all the bullshit that she went through. Reginald was. Leonard was. Luther was. Allison and Five and Diego were.
It wasn't just him. It never had been just him. ]
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Vanya has been avoiding asking that question since she got here. Did she decide any of it, did she want it? Did she want to kill them because they ruined her concert?
God, yes.
She stabs at the screen, listening to her heart beat in her ears, feeling the rage consuming her.]
you spent all this time trying to kill yourself and too afraid to do it
you shouldve died instead of ben
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stick around long enough and you'll get your wish
[ Before throwing his phone across the room and burying his face into his pillows, trying to shut out the world. ]
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But. A few minutes later, when the anger finally starts to leave her body, she replays the texts in her head. When did she get like this, so quick to anger, quick to hurt? This isn't who she was - not before, not on her meds, so who is she now?
Who is she?
An asshole, and a bad sister, and the guilt is enough to choke on, too much to ever put into words. She couldn't figure out how to apologize for losing control and accidentally-ish hurting him, how does she apologize for intention?
She probably never will.]