Luther stared sightlessly up at the ceiling of his old familiar bedroom, his arms folded comfortably behind his head. He couldn't sleep. It had been a long day and a confusing one. Watching the apocalypse occur before his very eyes had been difficult. He couldn't quite process the fact that Five had sent them back in time, and he was now an adult in a thirteen-year-old body. It wasn't like he was unhappy about it, necessarily. Despite the fact that life as he knew it was gone, there was a lot of good that came out of it. Dad was alive, Allison had her voice again, and the team was back together. And he was no longer a monster.
Luther snuck a peek at his arm, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Small arms. Normal body. No hair.
He heaved a sigh of relief and was unable to bite back a smile. He wasn't sure he should be smiling, but he couldn't help it. Maybe this was his chance to get things right with Allison, to say all the things he never got to say because he was too afraid of losing her. He had lost her, but now they had years to grow close again, to get back to the way things were before anyone had left the Academy. Although he was beginning to think he needed to keep a much closer eye on her than before. She had always been brave and extremely stubborn, but these days she seemed to run into danger with open arms.
And now the danger was much closer to home than he could have imagined.
He didn't understand why Allison had been so insistent about saving Vanya. Why she had sworn that it wasn't Vanya's fault she'd almost died and lost her ability to Rumor. There was no doubt in his mind that Allison wasn't to blame. She was just trying to protect their sister for some unimaginable reason. But there was nothing she could say to change his mind. He could still see the image of Allison lying half dead in his arms, a scarlet stain pouring from the violent slash in her throat.
He shivered as he tried to erase the image from his mind, even though it would be forever burned into his memory.
Despite everything that had happened, he was sure he'd made the right decision to lock Vanya up in that room in the basement. She'd been a very real threat, and he'd only done what Dad did before him. If their brilliant father couldn't find a way to make Vanya's power manageable, then how could they possibly hope to do anything about it?
There was so much he didn't understand about their decision to bring her along. Things would have been much simpler if they'd just accepted that they couldn't save her and left her in the past. Five had been convincing enough that even Diego seemed bought into the idea, and he was usually the more callous of the siblings.
But it was too late for that now. He'd carried Vanya because Allison had wanted it. It was too bad that little asshole Five had taken her before he'd gotten his wits about him. He could have handed her over to Dad over and talked some sense into the group, but they hadn't even let him have an opinion during that little meeting Five set up. After some intense arguments, they'd come to a kind of consensus that they were going to talk to Vanya in the morning. They didn't know if she'd remember things or not, but whatever the case she was to be told. For what reason? He had no idea. It didn't make much sense to him, but Allison seemed to push for having a conversation and that had somehow settled the matter. She wanted to make sure that Vanya was included, that she remembered.
Luther shivered and turned to his side, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. What would Vanya do when she remembered that he was the one who locked her up in that cage? He hadn't missed the look in her eyes as she stood on that stage with her violin, her siblings caught up in her terrible powers. What would she have done if Allison hadn't defused her with that gunshot? Killed them all? Would she want to kill him now?
He just couldn't understand why was Allison so dead set on protecting that… that monster. He wished she was with him right now, just so he could hold her hand and get some comfort. She was always good at that sort of thing. She could help calm his nerves better than anyone. But they were back under Dad's roof, and if there was one thing he didn't tolerate, it was being out of bed after curfew.
The only thing he could do now was try to fall asleep, and hope that morning would come soon.
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little blurb into Luther's consciousness. It was hard for me to get into his psyche, especially since I wanted to write something that was in character for the Luther I watched in the show. As much as I hate it, in the end I believed that he wouldn't regret his decision to lock up Vanya. His character was very misguided, but also stubborn in his misguided decisions.
What do you guys think about it? Do you think Luther will come back in season two more repentant, or more frustratingly stubborn than ever? Let me know!