"You won't let Allison talk to you?"

Vanya appeared from the door of the gym, holding a water bottle and a small towel on her lap as she pushed her wheelchair. Giving him time is crucial, but when your brother wouldn't let himself rest when it's already 3 AM, you'd be concerned for him. So many targets are already either torn off the chains, have the sand leaking out, or plain broken off (for the wooden targets). Vanya raised her brow- she had never seen him react this badly.

"Fuck off, Vanya," Luther stopped to glare at her momentarily before punching a target again.

"Allison told me everything. I'm just surprised that you're not reacting more violently," Vanya continued. "You had more control than I did."

"Unlike you, I have more control over my power."

"That you do." Vanya nodded, pressing her lips together. She held up the water bottle. "Thirsty?"

"Nah."

"I mean, you've been working out for 7 hours straight, give or take." Vanya shrugged. "Give yourself time to rest."

"I'd rather die."

"Dramatic much?" Vanya lets out a chuckle. Luther rolled his eyes and continued punching the target.

"You're talking about the wrong brother."

"I know, right? Diego is so dramatic!" Vanya nodded. "Come on, sit next to me. We'll have a talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, you don't know what it's like-"

"I was rumoured by Allison too, Luther. Not just you." Vanya cuts him off, making Luther stop and think about what she just said. Allison rumoured Vanya?

"About what?"

"She rumoured me to think that I'm ordinary," Vanya answered. "Under Dad's orders, but still."

Luther lets his arms drop down his sides, allowing himself to look at his sister. "She rumoured you to think that you're ordinary?"

"She did." Vanya nodded, gesturing to her side. Luther lets his tired and shakey legs take him there, sitting with his legs straightened out. "We were four years old. Dad placed me in a soundproof room, the one you locked me in, and he ordered Allison to rumour me to think that I'm ordinary. Until now, I don't know if she's really telling the truth when she said she doesn't remember that I have power."

"And you cut her throat."

"And I cut her throat." Vanya nods, handing Luther the towel which he accepts. "But it's all in the past. I know about my power. I can regulate my power better with more training. You're still here with us and I'm still here with you."

"What are you about to say?" Luther asked, looking at his much shorter sister with confusion in his eyes. "Are you saying that I should forget what she did?"

"No. Distance yourself from her all you need." Vanya shook her head. "But you need to remember that she was a child as you were. She's limiting her use of power and she revealed what she did to you now."

"She could've freed me from her power earlier," Luther fought, blinking away the tears that threaten to leak out his eyes. "When we were 20, 21, 23, where was she? Already in Broadway, her heart for Patrick! Where was I? Stuck here, my heart 'for' her!"

Luther had his hands on his face, letting go of all the anger he feels inside. Vanya past his back and placed the water bottle right in front of him. Vanya pats her brother's back, letting him cry out all the pain.

"I mean, I told her about the rave," Luther sniffs, looking up after using the towel to wipe all the tears and snot only to have more leak out. "I, I thought she'd be more, I don't know, understanding?"

"What happened in the rave?"

"I," Luther sniffs again. Vanya whispered at him to drink first, which he did. "I realised that the moon mission was fake and that I spent four years on the moon for nothing. I raged and went to the rave, letting myself take all the drugs and drinks I can take. Klaus tried to help me, but I didn't let him."

"And then?"

"I found out in the morning that I slept with a random girl!" Luther sniffed again. "I felt all wrong and disgusted by it. It shouldn't have happened, so why did it happen?"

"I can't answer that, Lu." Vanya pats his back again as Luther cried more. "You're right- it shouldn't have happened. You didn't consent to it at all."

"And now with Allison-" Luther shrugged. "Are any of the relationships in my life ever real?"

"Your friendship with me is real," Vanya answered. "I'm your sister and your friend. My concern for you is real. I care for you, Luther."

"You know what I mean, Vanny."

Vanya smiled as she hears Luther call her by her childhood nickname, Vanny. It's proof that he's not exactly gone- not really. He has changed, more affectionate now than then.

"Maybe your relationships have never been real, but your friendships are," Vanya said. "You're my friend and I love you. You're Five's friend and they love you-"

"How do you know?"

"Would they save you from TWO apocalypses if they don't?" Vanya asked back. "You're Klaus' friend and Klaus loves you. You're Diego's friend and Diego loves you."

"Diego hates me."

"Diego loves you," Vanya insisted. "If he doesn't love you, why would he plan to kill Olga Foroga-" Vanya choked a snort, "with you? You two were very close in the 1960s, would he do that if he doesn't love you?"

"I guess," Luther sighed, tiredness starting to catch up his body. "I guess you're right."

"Allison loves you."

"Allison doesn't love me."

"If she didn't, she wouldn't bother helping you," Vanya continued. "Everyone else blamed you for Ben's death, even I did, but she never did. If she doesn't love you, why would she bother defending you?"

"I don't know-" Luther yawned. "I don't know."

"Maybe you should sleep, we'll talk about this more when you wake up."