The dam breaks when Klaus calls her Al, and despite her best attempts at remaining composed and reassuring, she crumbles as a sob tears through her throat again. Especially when he tells her that it’s not her fault, and she knows damn well that’s not true. This is her fault. If she hadn’t forced the Swede to kill his brother, if she hadn’t used her powers...
“Don’t go where I can’t follow, Klaus. You know the deal.” Her words are low in almost a whisper, her voice choking with emotion. She still remembers that morning when he had reminded her of that promise, the morning she had decided to finally leave the Academy and in turn leaving him behind, but now he’s the one that’s leaving. He’ll be gone, and as much as she wants to trade places with him, she can’t.
Vanya. Luther. Now Klaus is dying, but there’s no going back. There’s no more fixing it, and the realization that she’s losing another one of her brothers is more than she can bear. Losing Ben had been brutal, but this? Knowing that she might as well have pulled that trigger, it’s beyond agonizing.
She should reassure Diego. She wants to agree, there should be something they could do, a way to fix it, but they’re out of time and she can only look at Diego for a moment in sympathy before turning back to Klaus as she leans down to kiss Klaus’s forehead.
Keeping one hand over his wound, as if that does anything, she takes his hand with her other one and gives it a squeeze. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.
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“Don’t go where I can’t follow, Klaus. You know the deal.” Her words are low in almost a whisper, her voice choking with emotion. She still remembers that morning when he had reminded her of that promise, the morning she had decided to finally leave the Academy and in turn leaving him behind, but now he’s the one that’s leaving. He’ll be gone, and as much as she wants to trade places with him, she can’t.
Vanya. Luther. Now Klaus is dying, but there’s no going back. There’s no more fixing it, and the realization that she’s losing another one of her brothers is more than she can bear. Losing Ben had been brutal, but this? Knowing that she might as well have pulled that trigger, it’s beyond agonizing.
She should reassure Diego. She wants to agree, there should be something they could do, a way to fix it, but they’re out of time and she can only look at Diego for a moment in sympathy before turning back to Klaus as she leans down to kiss Klaus’s forehead.
Keeping one hand over his wound, as if that does anything, she takes his hand with her other one and gives it a squeeze. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.
“I love you. I love you so much.”