"Don't move," Vanya begs, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him still. Her tears are falling freely now, rolling off her chin and into Klaus's hair.

It's hard to imagine that just a few days ago they'd been laughing, drinking and dancing in Allison's shop. She just got them back, she can't lose them again and yet here she is, holding onto Klaus as he slips away. Still trying to tell them it's going to be okay.

Her hands cradle his neck, her thumb feeling his slowing pulse and she feels like she's the one that's been shot in the chest instead. She shuts her eyes and tries to focus her energy, tries to use her powers to do something. She'd brought Harlan back, but that had been different. Still, she tries, light pulsing through her fingers and lighting up his skin at their touchpoints.

But nothing happens. His pulse only grows fainter under her fingers, the numbness of grief darkening her vision as she watches each pained and slowed movement.

"Klaus, please..." She says, as if he can control it. As if he has a choice. "Don't leave us."