"I think I have to," Luther murmurs, rubbing at the back of his head. "Not just for me, but-- what the hell has she become? I think she might have been working with my dad. Who fucking killed me. And Klaus."

He sits back up, seeking Sylvie's gaze.

"If she came here, ever, could you keep it from happening? I mean, if she tried to rumor me, is there some kind of magic you know that would keep it from working?"

Hopefully one that doesn't just involve blowing Allison up, as he suspects would be the easiest.