"No, not like me. I was the only one of us who always knew what I wanted to do." Everyone had known what she'd wanted from not far into her teens. The one then she wanted to do and try and be, and that their father scoffed at, disregarding as a distraction from training, from 'saving the world.'
The one who knew earliest, didn't care about their father's opinion, and still stayed.
"It was less figuring out what it is was for me, and more--" Allison pauses not because she doesn't know what she's going to say or even how to say it (or even because of what it admits to Luther), so much as just making herself say it. When no one had ever really known to be told or understand. "--it took a number of years to figure out if I was actually any good at it. Or just." A small shift of her head. "Getting my way."
The way she always did. Especially then.
Always when she meant to, and sometimes even if she didn't.
"But Diego probably tried a few things before settling on the Academy." She looks speculative, flipping details like cards, even with a slide of her skin still stinging. "Vanya, too." Beat. "Who knows about Klaus, though. I still have a hard time picturing him doing anything for very long that would have required him being sober and straight enough to work."
There's a tip of her head from one side to the other working back to through the fact the one job Klaus seemed to have held down at all, from what she knew of the last decade for him, was three years as a cult leader and one as a Vietnam soldier of some kind.
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The one who knew earliest, didn't care about their father's opinion, and still stayed.
"It was less figuring out what it is was for me, and more--" Allison pauses not because she doesn't know what she's going to say or even how to say it (or even because of what it admits to Luther), so much as just making herself say it. When no one had ever really known to be told or understand. "--it took a number of years to figure out if I was actually any good at it. Or just." A small shift of her head. "Getting my way."
The way she always did. Especially then.
Always when she meant to, and sometimes even if she didn't.
"But Diego probably tried a few things before settling on the Academy." She looks speculative, flipping details like cards, even with a slide of her skin still stinging. "Vanya, too." Beat. "Who knows about Klaus, though. I still have a hard time picturing him doing anything for very long that would have required him being sober and straight enough to work."
There's a tip of her head from one side to the other working back to through the fact the one job Klaus seemed to have held down at all, from what she knew of the last decade for him, was three years as a cult leader and one as a Vietnam soldier of some kind.