"Not right now, Mom," Diego responds, almost reflexively even if distractedly, as he pushes himself to his feet. He's still staring at Vanya like she'd grown an extra head, although it's... sort of? trying to reconcile in his head. Vanya was one of them. Like. Really one of them, all this time, because of course she was, and of course Dad had them shun her and lied to all of them about it. Probably just another of his longer-term experiments for whatever reason. Something to do with the social aspects of powers and normalcy. Whatever.
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"Well... Vanya, we're all listening."