[New power. Yeah. She understands what that feels like, but she never had the time to figure out what to do. She just killed a few people, and then a few more, and then everyone, and at that point, what does anything matter?
Vanya bites the inside of her cheek, hoping he's too drunk to be hearing her thoughts. Those, at least, have always been hers, where she can think her blackest, ugliest thoughts, and then immediately be guilt ridden.]
Um.
[Her eyes follow the cigarette case, and she wonders, not particularly kindly, what kind of shit is in there. Vanya doesn't even really kn ow what he's into these days - just remembers the weed cigarettes he'd make himself when they were kids, and the news of his overdose here.
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Vanya bites the inside of her cheek, hoping he's too drunk to be hearing her thoughts. Those, at least, have always been hers, where she can think her blackest, ugliest thoughts, and then immediately be guilt ridden.]
Um.
[Her eyes follow the cigarette case, and she wonders, not particularly kindly, what kind of shit is in there. Vanya doesn't even really kn ow what he's into these days - just remembers the weed cigarettes he'd make himself when they were kids, and the news of his overdose here.
Jesus. She is a bad sister.]
I've never actually...done any of it.