[He knows he's been dead. And it's weird, to know that ghosts do exist, that your own brother is proof of that, but Vanya has certainly never gotten an in-depth explanation out of Klaus. She may have asked, once or twice, long ago, but Klaus would either distract with a joke or not be in the mood (or not, in later years, in the right frame of mind at all).
But most of the time... she had just thought that Ben was gone and that was that. She'd struggled to try to think of him in some kind of afterlife, maybe a place that meant he could be happy and safe, and then just settled into the idea of never knowing. Like Five. But with an image of what a gruesome death would look like. With more finality.
Vanya's fingers reach out and brush against the bow, but impulsively, she goes further and grasps Ben's hand over it. Warm, human flesh.]
Don't— Don't apologize.
[She knows she's a hypocrite to say so, but.]
There wasn't anything you could do.
[Seven all-powerful children, all immediately powerless when met with their father's iron scowl.]
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But most of the time... she had just thought that Ben was gone and that was that. She'd struggled to try to think of him in some kind of afterlife, maybe a place that meant he could be happy and safe, and then just settled into the idea of never knowing. Like Five. But with an image of what a gruesome death would look like. With more finality.
Vanya's fingers reach out and brush against the bow, but impulsively, she goes further and grasps Ben's hand over it. Warm, human flesh.]
Don't— Don't apologize.
[She knows she's a hypocrite to say so, but.]
There wasn't anything you could do.
[Seven all-powerful children, all immediately powerless when met with their father's iron scowl.]
Do you want... Is there a place to, um... sit?