Well. At least one good thing comes out of Diego's trademark bluntness. It stuns Vanya clear out of her hysterics, too aghast at the idea of replacing her violin to do anything but stare. Sure, she knew her family never cared about her music. She'd just braced herself to hear as much, didn't she? But even so she never thought— Not that.
(She knows Diego would lose an eye before his knives but she'd still bet all the money in her pockets that he'd...okay, break more bones than usual finding them and then probably double compound fracture for whoever suggested "just moving on".)
Eventually she shakes her head — at Diego's suggestion, at herself for expecting anything different, to do something to clear the last of the roar in her ears — and presses knuckles to her eyes until she sees stars. They ache about as much as the rest of her and the floor isn't helping anything. Not that she knows what will help but. Vanya probably won't find it down here so she slowly pushes herself up onto shaky feet, swallowing through all the different kinds of pain and pushing them up onto a shelf for later.
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(She knows Diego would lose an eye before his knives but she'd still bet all the money in her pockets that he'd...okay, break more bones than usual finding them and then probably double compound fracture for whoever suggested "just moving on".)
Eventually she shakes her head — at Diego's suggestion, at herself for expecting anything different, to do something to clear the last of the roar in her ears — and presses knuckles to her eyes until she sees stars. They ache about as much as the rest of her and the floor isn't helping anything. Not that she knows what will help but. Vanya probably won't find it down here so she slowly pushes herself up onto shaky feet, swallowing through all the different kinds of pain and pushing them up onto a shelf for later.
"Where's Luther?"