"... does it hurt? to use them, i mean."
does it hurt?? the not-so-distant memory of his guts gurgling and vibrating inside him, trying to make space for the entities that have claimed a place within him is the first thing that appears in ben’s brain. he thinks of the skin ripping, of the entities destroying everything and everyone around them, of the bitterness he feels at the back of his throat that he knows it’s not his, and wonders if vanya means if it hurts his body, or his mind. of course it does! he wants to say ——— ben wants to scowl at her, number seven, for not understanding that sometimes, all he wants is to be more like her : average, plain. UNREMARKABLE. what a simple life she has. he doesn’t, because her lack of powers it’s not her fault ———
( but would he give them to her, if he could?? if dad found a way to, somehow, give their ordinary sister his extraordinary powers?? ben reconsiders, and no. he wouldn’t. not only because he doesn’t want to be the last, the outcast, but also simply because he doesn’t hate vanya, even if at times he worries she thinks they all do. )
ben shakes his head, instinctively linking his hands in front of him. ‘ sometimes, ’ always, he means, but for once he wants someone to think that he’s COOL : for controlling them, like luther and his strength, or diego and his breath and knives. like allison, who controls the people around her —— or five, who controls something so intangible like space. ( and klaus ... he tries. maybe. that’s enough for him. ) even if that someone is his very normal, very powerless sister. ‘ they are very annoying when i make them do things, though. that’s why i always rest after a mission. but mom says i’m getting stronger, so it’s okay. ’