"You chose him," Vanya extrapolates thoughtfully. Instead of keeping her thoughts to herself, she reports them to Obi-Wan. "I can't imagine what The Umbrella Academy would have been like if it had been run more like the Jedi Academy. With, like, real teachers and measurable results. Instead of a robot programmed by an absent father figure." Mom, as many called her. Vanya finds it difficult to call her that, just as she finds it troublesome to recall Pogo's place in her young life. She hates him with the same blind rage that hates Reginald. Obviously.

All three of them are gone now, two of them by Vanya's hand. The worst days aren't the ones when she misses them: they're the ones where she's sure she'd do that much all over again.