( time was he'd sooner rip out alaric saltzman's throat than let him speak. that time was perhaps only a few months ago, all animosities and jealousies considered, and while perhaps the thought was more of a wanted fantasy than an intent, klaus can't help but remember it now.
the man is a reminder. of what he had; what he could have had; what he lost.
what poor excuse his daughter has of a father figure after his death. (or a better one. the knife twists deeper.)
he could let him die. the idea also has its appeal.
klaus' head lolls back against his cage's bars; he turns his eyes to watch the teacher curled up in a ball. and he breathes in: all that wasted blood spilled. though if it's a consequence of some agony, is it really wasted? ) You're dying. ( he says as a fact, because it is. he's inflicted death and seen it more than enough times to know where this will end. )
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the man is a reminder. of what he had; what he could have had; what he lost.
what poor excuse his daughter has of a father figure after his death. (or a better one. the knife twists deeper.)
he could let him die. the idea also has its appeal.
klaus' head lolls back against his cage's bars; he turns his eyes to watch the teacher curled up in a ball. and he breathes in: all that wasted blood spilled. though if it's a consequence of some agony, is it really wasted? ) You're dying. ( he says as a fact, because it is. he's inflicted death and seen it more than enough times to know where this will end. )