Though it takes more effort than it did when she was on her bullshit pills, Vanya listens neutrally. It's interesting - fascinating, actually - and she may not have believed it before. Even as a person from a family with powers and discovering her own, it still somehow seems far-fetched. Maybe it's about the afterlife. Their father never really did the God thing, maybe because he was an evil man.
Yup, that makes sense: Reginald Hargreeves is a demon brings a kind of therapeutic clarity money can't buy.
"I'm... a little caught up in the demon part, to be honest," she admits, ducking her head a little. It's shameful because he's telling her about these parts of himself and she's stuck on what seems to be only a detail to him. This is a thing that shaped his life, that warped and recreated it, and she's in a selfish spot.
"We, uh, my family - adopted - we all have powers. We were born on the same day. Our Dad... this billionaire adopted us and raised us as superheroes, basically." Ooh boy, here's the fun part.
"Not me," she says with a dry, self-deprecating smile that would be sweet if it weren't born of a broken heart. "He couldn't control my powers, so he drugged me and made me forget. I found out I had powers about 6 months ago when I blasted these guys..." Kinda like Sam saw, so she guesses they're up to speed. Well, almost.
"I guess that's the tip of the Hargreeves iceberg. So." That little twist of the lips is back, like a smile that doesn't quite belong except that, maybe for the first time, she's talking to someone that knows almost exactly how she feels. It's strange, maybe even thrilling if it weren't so devastating.
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Date: 2021-04-03 08:24 pm (UTC)Yup, that makes sense: Reginald Hargreeves is a demon brings a kind of therapeutic clarity money can't buy.
"I'm... a little caught up in the demon part, to be honest," she admits, ducking her head a little. It's shameful because he's telling her about these parts of himself and she's stuck on what seems to be only a detail to him. This is a thing that shaped his life, that warped and recreated it, and she's in a selfish spot.
"We, uh, my family - adopted - we all have powers. We were born on the same day. Our Dad... this billionaire adopted us and raised us as superheroes, basically." Ooh boy, here's the fun part.
"Not me," she says with a dry, self-deprecating smile that would be sweet if it weren't born of a broken heart. "He couldn't control my powers, so he drugged me and made me forget. I found out I had powers about 6 months ago when I blasted these guys..." Kinda like Sam saw, so she guesses they're up to speed. Well, almost.
"I guess that's the tip of the Hargreeves iceberg. So." That little twist of the lips is back, like a smile that doesn't quite belong except that, maybe for the first time, she's talking to someone that knows almost exactly how she feels. It's strange, maybe even thrilling if it weren't so devastating.