( 'love is weakness.' to mikael, everything but cruelty and ruthlessness was. to esther, love was only strong when wielded by her. he feels a prickling of shame, not because for centuries he had believed that love was weakness, but because his daughter now will suffer for it. (from the enemies he made. from him, if he's not careful.)
klaus looks down. he knows what a betrayal that must have felt: a parent forsaking love of their child for themselves. again and again.
his answer comes swift, without hesitation. this is a truth he admits with earnest spite and buried anguish. ) I slaughtered them both. ( he looks to her. ) But I made her suffer for it first.
( after a moment, klaus cannot help but ask. in his shame, in his fear. ) Did you believe your mother? Her creed?
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klaus looks down. he knows what a betrayal that must have felt: a parent forsaking love of their child for themselves. again and again.
his answer comes swift, without hesitation. this is a truth he admits with earnest spite and buried anguish. ) I slaughtered them both. ( he looks to her. ) But I made her suffer for it first.
( after a moment, klaus cannot help but ask. in his shame, in his fear. ) Did you believe your mother? Her creed?