Allison breathes in and out, folding her arms to help steady herself and to keep from reaching up to touch the scar at her throat. It's faint but still there, a slight ridge of raised tissue covered up by the red and green Christmas scarf she still has on.

Being thrown into Dallas mute and hurting had made things harder, but had also helped smooth Allison's way into the life she eventually built. After fully healing she'd stayed mute as self-punishment, maybe, but it had helped her learn not to use her powers and to move on.

She'd gotten Raymond and a life because of what Vanya did, and if that twisted dynamic didn't represent the Hargreeves to a fault, then she didn't know what did.

"Thank you," Allison says, because she knows the apology is important to Vanya, and she finds that it's important to her, as well. "I never blamed you for it, Vanya. I didn't hate you, even when you ran off. I hated Leonard for manipulating you. And dad, even more. But not you."

It's funny; for years, she swore she'd hated Vanya for her book, for what now seems like something so trivial.