[The other shoe doesn't drop. Klaus wraps his arms around her, leans into her, and she takes another shuddering breath, wiping at her face clumsily around her bow.
When he mentions Allison, though, Vanya pulls back and away, shock and something almost like denial overpowering her need for comfort. Vanya is not important. It doesn't matter that she's scared. Allison is the most important one here. She's the one that got hurt.
There was so much blood.]
Allison's alive? She's... She has every right to be mad at me.
[As does Luther. Is Klaus just trying to make her feel better? No, surely if Allison really was angry or worse, Klaus would be quicker to shun Vanya.
She stares at his face, trying to find any indication of a lie there.]
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When he mentions Allison, though, Vanya pulls back and away, shock and something almost like denial overpowering her need for comfort. Vanya is not important. It doesn't matter that she's scared. Allison is the most important one here. She's the one that got hurt.
There was so much blood.]
Allison's alive? She's... She has every right to be mad at me.
[As does Luther. Is Klaus just trying to make her feel better? No, surely if Allison really was angry or worse, Klaus would be quicker to shun Vanya.
She stares at his face, trying to find any indication of a lie there.]
I could have killed her.
[Like Leonard. Like those drunk men.]