( her reaction is of note. his attention is piqued, from the sounding of her throaty laugh; klaus watches her levelly in quiet observation. ruthlessness is hardly a learned trait in short supply, but it's less of a common occurrence to meet someone with a similar heart and mind in the matter, and one versed enough to be so vocal about what others may reject or shame, regardless if their hearts are pure or black.

he agrees. they do.

and he was also everything his father wanted. he looks away in thought. ) As was I. A brutal, vicious king. And yet still that wasn't enough. ( he was still a weakling, a bastard, to mikael. his mother birthed and made him a monster and then abhored him for it. klaus licked his lips, pulls in a breath. ) How lucky we are to be born of violence, ( said with a healthy amount of wryness. )