The approaching shape in the water hammers on all his sense of danger, at first. Is it another monster rising up out of depths? The notorious Tessie, come to call?
But then there's eldritch tentacles and a sight that he hasn't seen for years, a decade-plus, and it stops his heart with how familiar it is. How absolutely, stunningly right it feels to have all of the Academy springing into action around him for the first time in so very long, Numbers Two and Three and Four and Six all accounted for in the fight, falling back into their rhythms as if they'd never left. (As if they'd never left him.) The only one missing is Five, but they'd been used to that, too: he'd been missing for years before Ben died.
And it's like something has clicked into place and it feels like home. Even (or perhaps especially) when covered in gore, ichor, water-bloated zombies shuffling at them, more hordes coming and Ben seething out of the lake, it feels like home. Luther leans down and catches Klaus' hand and drags him back up to his feet — not realising, not fully, not yet, what Number Four can do with the revenants.
"Then we stop them!" he shouts back to Ben. Number One, implacable. The Umbrella Academy doesn't turn tail at a threat. It jumps right in.
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The approaching shape in the water hammers on all his sense of danger, at first. Is it another monster rising up out of depths? The notorious Tessie, come to call?
But then there's eldritch tentacles and a sight that he hasn't seen for years, a decade-plus, and it stops his heart with how familiar it is. How absolutely, stunningly right it feels to have all of the Academy springing into action around him for the first time in so very long, Numbers Two and Three and Four and Six all accounted for in the fight, falling back into their rhythms as if they'd never left. (As if they'd never left him.) The only one missing is Five, but they'd been used to that, too: he'd been missing for years before Ben died.
And it's like something has clicked into place and it feels like home. Even (or perhaps especially) when covered in gore, ichor, water-bloated zombies shuffling at them, more hordes coming and Ben seething out of the lake, it feels like home. Luther leans down and catches Klaus' hand and drags him back up to his feet — not realising, not fully, not yet, what Number Four can do with the revenants.
"Then we stop them!" he shouts back to Ben. Number One, implacable. The Umbrella Academy doesn't turn tail at a threat. It jumps right in.