He hadn't been there when they'd lost Ben. Something that he's had to live with ever since he'd found Vanya's book and read the words that said he'd died. It'd been almost a year after he'd jumped into the future before he'd stumbled across the book with Vanya's face on it in one of the few standing libraries. He'd devoured every page with news of his siblings and then he'd cried for one of the siblings that he had never found. Truth be told, that was the day he'd given up the sliver of hope that he might find Ben or Vanya out in the wasteland that surrounded him. He'd never found their bodies and despite all logic, his hope had kept him moving forward. As long as he didn't have concrete proof there was a chance. Up until the moment that he'd realized Ben had already been lost years ago.
He watches, stunned as the others hold onto Vanya, watching her blood bleed out of her the way it had out of so many of his victims. Maybe this was his punishment for killing all those innocent people who had stepped on the wrong side of the timeline. People who had no idea that one decision or action could change the course of the world as they knew it.
Vanya's dying in Allison's arms and he can't wrap his head around it. Vanya's grip on Allison loosens and he reaches out desperately to grab her hand.
"Vanya," he breathes, his voice breaking. "I can fix this." She doesn't answer him, and he looks desperately around at the others.
"Allison," he says, reaching out with his other hand to put a hand on her shoulder. His eyes are full of desperation. "I'm going to take you back with me. You have to stop her."
He doesn't give her any warning before time starts rewinding around them to just a few seconds earlier. He can feel time and space pulling at every atom of his being as he struggles to force them backwards. Just a few seconds... a minute... more...
He finds himself again holding the gun on the Handler, his cheeks still wet from tears, his hands shaking from the effort of rewinding time yet again. The Handler's eyes narrow and travel up to his face.
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He watches, stunned as the others hold onto Vanya, watching her blood bleed out of her the way it had out of so many of his victims. Maybe this was his punishment for killing all those innocent people who had stepped on the wrong side of the timeline. People who had no idea that one decision or action could change the course of the world as they knew it.
Vanya's dying in Allison's arms and he can't wrap his head around it. Vanya's grip on Allison loosens and he reaches out desperately to grab her hand.
"Vanya," he breathes, his voice breaking. "I can fix this." She doesn't answer him, and he looks desperately around at the others.
"Allison," he says, reaching out with his other hand to put a hand on her shoulder. His eyes are full of desperation. "I'm going to take you back with me. You have to stop her."
He doesn't give her any warning before time starts rewinding around them to just a few seconds earlier. He can feel time and space pulling at every atom of his being as he struggles to force them backwards. Just a few seconds... a minute... more...
He finds himself again holding the gun on the Handler, his cheeks still wet from tears, his hands shaking from the effort of rewinding time yet again. The Handler's eyes narrow and travel up to his face.
"Is it true? What Five said?"
Her eyes slide over to Lila. "Well..."