"Allison. Allison, please." He says it over and over again, his heart breaking as he watches her cling onto Klaus, her grief escaping in sobs and gasps as he tries to get her away from him.

He wraps his arms around her, partly because part of him thinks that she might just fall apart in his arms, and partly because he can't take the sight of her crying over Klaus any longer. He wants to keep it from her. From all of them, but he can't.

Vanya is crying, her breath hitching as if she can't get enough air against Diego, who seems to have taken it upon himself to move over to her. His face is somehow fixed in a blank furiousness, his eyes fixed on Klaus even as his hand rubs Vanya's back absently.

Luther tightens his arms around Allison. "There was nothing we could do," he says, his voice rough as each word scrapes against his heart.