Allison shakes her head slightly when Klaus apologizes again, wanting to tell him to not speak. To hold on. To not apologize because that's too close to a goodbye that she's not ready to say yet. She wants to tell him he doesn't have to apologize for, that this isn't his fault. She wishes she could ease his pain at the very least, she wants to reassure him that it's okay, but she can't. She can't bring herself to speak anymore, her hands shaking as she tries to stop his bleeding with one hand and the other one holds tightly onto him.
But then his grip loosens, and Klaus is actually gone, and Allison feels her heart shattering all over again. Vanya and Luther are still here, breathing and alive, but to Allison this is the fourth sibling that she has seen die - third one tonight alone, and it's her fault. It's all her fucking fault.
You couldn't stop him, Number Three. You failed, and there are no do-overs. No make ups. He's dead, and it's your fault.
In the back of her head, she knows that Luther is trying to comfort her; she can feel the weight of his hand on her shoulder, but she can't stop staring at Klaus. Her tears keep falling unchecked, but for a moment she's almost too still, almost as if the shock and the impact of it all is too much for her to truly be able to process.
Until someone tries to move her - she can't tell who it is, ultimately it doesn't matter - and Allison stubbornly shakes her head as she holds onto Klaus again. She tries to speak, but it only comes out as a ragged sob as she more or less clings to him. She can't leave him yet. She can't leave him, he can't be alone, he can't--
He can't be gone. God, he can't be gone. Hadn't it just been a few days since she had hugged him in his pool? Since they had been drinking, laughing, and not giving a shit about what people thought about them as they walked with Five to meet the rest? It's so unfair that he's gone, that once again they're separated and now it's for good. He's gone.
He's...
Somehow Luther manages to pry her off of him, her hands covered in Klaus's blood, but it hardly registers. She doesn't care.
Her brother is gone, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
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But then his grip loosens, and Klaus is actually gone, and Allison feels her heart shattering all over again. Vanya and Luther are still here, breathing and alive, but to Allison this is the fourth sibling that she has seen die - third one tonight alone, and it's her fault. It's all her fucking fault.
You couldn't stop him, Number Three. You failed, and there are no do-overs. No make ups. He's dead, and it's your fault.
In the back of her head, she knows that Luther is trying to comfort her; she can feel the weight of his hand on her shoulder, but she can't stop staring at Klaus. Her tears keep falling unchecked, but for a moment she's almost too still, almost as if the shock and the impact of it all is too much for her to truly be able to process.
Until someone tries to move her - she can't tell who it is, ultimately it doesn't matter - and Allison stubbornly shakes her head as she holds onto Klaus again. She tries to speak, but it only comes out as a ragged sob as she more or less clings to him. She can't leave him yet. She can't leave him, he can't be alone, he can't--
He can't be gone. God, he can't be gone. Hadn't it just been a few days since she had hugged him in his pool? Since they had been drinking, laughing, and not giving a shit about what people thought about them as they walked with Five to meet the rest? It's so unfair that he's gone, that once again they're separated and now it's for good. He's gone.
He's...
Somehow Luther manages to pry her off of him, her hands covered in Klaus's blood, but it hardly registers. She doesn't care.
Her brother is gone, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.