While it's safe to say Luther never stops expecting Sylvie might thwack him at any given moment, he's still caught off guard, and even moreso by the statements that come with it.

Okay, he gets this, in a very I read a couple of pamphlets way.

"I know," he says, and even he can hear that's not true. "I mean. Fuck, I don't know. I just-- if she hadn't been able to break the rumor, I would have hurt her and how the hell do I live with that? I'm so tired of being a tool to hurt my family. Dad used me for it so much I hurt Viktor on my own, and Allison was going to use me to hurt herself." His voice is getting louder, angry and panicked, his hands opening and fisting again. "I just want to make my own fucking choices. How could she fucking do that?"