She could have lived with it. Vanya knows this is a punishment, and even if it's learning something she cares about, it's still being sent away because she'll never be good enough for the Academy. It doesn't matter how hard she tries: she doesn't belong here.

But he has to get one more shot in, and for all that she started this so righteously angry, he might as well have stabbed her. She'd already started to deflate, medicine swallowed dry because her hands had started shaking over the confrontation, but now it's like she's popped. And she doesn't want him to see the way that hurts.

There are no more uniforms to pack, she has so few things period, but she wants to break something, to at least make this place look like she feels. She wants to throw something at him, so he knows. But there isn't anything. And she couldn't do it even if she had something ready to go in her hands.

Vanya just stands there, staring at him, hurt and doing a bad job of hiding it: she was never the strongest of them.