[ she's entitled to be unfair. she's entitled to be as unfair as she needs. he holds no bitterness towards her hostility or her reservation, no matter how it might wound him.
nor does he fault her for not leaving the confines of her space to meet him here. it says enough to him: she needs the space. she deserves it. she is better off for it.
klaus speeds to his phone when it chimes. it takes him a moment to process the words, despite knowing the possibility. either freya is gone, or she has befallen some awful fate. his muscles tense; he closes his eyes tight and weathers the volatile mix of emotions and helplessness boiling inside of him.
he needs to focus. for freya. for rebekah. and he's grateful, for the help cami is giving, despite it all. ]
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nor does he fault her for not leaving the confines of her space to meet him here. it says enough to him: she needs the space. she deserves it. she is better off for it.
klaus speeds to his phone when it chimes. it takes him a moment to process the words, despite knowing the possibility. either freya is gone, or she has befallen some awful fate. his muscles tense; he closes his eyes tight and weathers the volatile mix of emotions and helplessness boiling inside of him.
he needs to focus. for freya. for rebekah. and he's grateful, for the help cami is giving, despite it all. ]
Thank you.
[ the door slams closed again; he's gone. ]