05/06/76, Indianapolis, Indiana.

Vanya sat in her car, her hands gripping the wheel, heart racing. She couldn’t breathe without feeling the weight of everything she’d done—the lives she’d destroyed, the people she’d hurt. She was the reason for so much death, for so much pain. But there was one person she needed to see, to apologize to.

She parked outside your apartment and walked to the door, hesitating only a moment before knocking. The door opened, and she didn’t say anything. She just pulled you into a tight hug, her body trembling.

"I'm sorry," she gasped, her voice shaky. "I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gone to that theater." She pulled back, tears in her eyes, her hands gripping her arms as if to hold herself together. "You were right. I didn’t listen, and now... now I’m a monster."

Her voice cracked as she continued, barely able to keep it together. "All because I couldn’t control my anger... I—I don’t even know who I am anymore." She looked at you, eyes full of regret. "I’ve killed millions, and I can’t take it back. I can’t undo what I’ve done."

Her fists clenched by her sides, but her voice was quieter now. "I don’t know if you can ever forgive me for this. But... do you still want me here? Do you still love me?"

She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure if the answer would tear her apart.