It all plays out in slow motion. Allison half expects the Swede to argue with her, to force her to choose, but it doesn’t come. Before she can tell Vanya to step back, before she can Rumor the entire room into not interfering (not because she can, but because she doesn’t want them to step in), the shot rings out.
“Vanya,” Allison says, almost screams, but she doesn’t hear herself. She just rushes over to her, taking her in her arms as her legs buckle beneath her. Allison herself can’t remain standing, though, and she lands hard on her knees as she cradles her sister. She herself is thrown into a memory, that night at the Icarus when Vanya lost consciousness and her power shot a beam towards the moon. Allison doesn’t remember the way it tore through the theatre, the way it made a hole in the moon. Like that night, her focus is on Vanya. How weightless she feels. How terrified she is of losing her.
“No, you’re— It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She’s lying. She knows it’s bad, her hand moving gently to where she’s bleeding and realizing how much she’s bleeding.
No. NO, her mind screams. Or maybe she does, she can’t tell. Her heart feels like it’s roaring in anguish within her, harnessing the power within her to try to alter this. To change it, to save her if she can.
“I heard—“ Her voice shakes, but she clears her throat before the command comes out in full force, the energy in the room shifting as she tries to alter reality. “I heard a rumor you stopped bleeding.” She waits for a moment, but she doesn’t have to look down to see for herself it didn’t work. It won’t work. Just how it hadn’t worked years ago, back in the Academy, and she had tried to save Ben after that mission
“I’m so sorry.” She clings to her shirt as she holds her, as if it’ll make her hang on. “Vanya, I’m so sorry.”
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“Vanya,” Allison says, almost screams, but she doesn’t hear herself. She just rushes over to her, taking her in her arms as her legs buckle beneath her. Allison herself can’t remain standing, though, and she lands hard on her knees as she cradles her sister. She herself is thrown into a memory, that night at the Icarus when Vanya lost consciousness and her power shot a beam towards the moon. Allison doesn’t remember the way it tore through the theatre, the way it made a hole in the moon. Like that night, her focus is on Vanya. How weightless she feels. How terrified she is of losing her.
“No, you’re— It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She’s lying. She knows it’s bad, her hand moving gently to where she’s bleeding and realizing how much she’s bleeding.
No. NO, her mind screams. Or maybe she does, she can’t tell. Her heart feels like it’s roaring in anguish within her, harnessing the power within her to try to alter this. To change it, to save her if she can.
“I heard—“ Her voice shakes, but she clears her throat before the command comes out in full force, the energy in the room shifting as she tries to alter reality. “I heard a rumor you stopped bleeding.” She waits for a moment, but she doesn’t have to look down to see for herself it didn’t work. It won’t work. Just how it hadn’t worked years ago, back in the Academy, and she had tried to save Ben after that mission
“I’m so sorry.” She clings to her shirt as she holds her, as if it’ll make her hang on. “Vanya, I’m so sorry.”