[Klaus returns with violence that hurts more than any gun Fitz might have developed for him. The anguish is clear on his face as his eyes redden, more water splashing over his lower eyelid and taking its time to drop to the countertop. Klaus speaks of unfathomable suffering, of a malicious loss of life he's never been able to fathom before.
He opens his mouth to reply, but his throat feels too tight to make a sound. The syllable is pitched too high, too close to a sob. He swallows it back and struggles through something less direct.]
Have you turned off your humanity?
[How can he still be so unaffected?? Why doesn't he care?]
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He opens his mouth to reply, but his throat feels too tight to make a sound. The syllable is pitched too high, too close to a sob. He swallows it back and struggles through something less direct.]
Have you turned off your humanity?
[How can he still be so unaffected?? Why doesn't he care?]