Wynonna is surprised to hear this, though she supposes she shouldn't be. Inellectually, she knows Klaus has killed a lot of people and while it once haunted and tortured him, that lessened over time, over centuries. She remembers his dark words of comfort when she broke down to him about her new memories from home, the man she shot in the back.
If you killed a hundred men for justice or vengeance or pleasure, it would not matter to me.
Can she honestly say it's the same on her end? She's not sure. And this isn't just anyone....this is Elena. The girl who she saw face down the ghosts of her dead parents, tears in her eyes. The girl who had promised her that neither Doc nor Klaus would come in the way of what they were building together. Part of the little group that she's formed with Elena, Jon and Waverly, trying to unravel what they can about the Veiled Order. It'd be easier if it wasn't personal; the problem is that it is. She worries her lower lip as she tries to find the right words to say -- what does someone even say to a confession like that?
If he was just confessing to killing somone in general, it would be easier to rationalize. But Elena is her friend, maybe a newer one, but a friend nonetheless. It's always harder to rationalize when that's the case. Her jaw tightens snd she swallows thickly. Her voice is laced with thick emotion when she finally speaks again. She does not pull away from him, but she does not initiate further touching either.
"Why are you telling me this?" Is it just to be honest, to push her away because things are getting too real? She doesn't understand. He could have gotten away with her never knowing. And he didn't. And a dark part of her wishes he had let her keep on not knowing.
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Wynonna is surprised to hear this, though she supposes she shouldn't be. Inellectually, she knows Klaus has killed a lot of people and while it once haunted and tortured him, that lessened over time, over centuries. She remembers his dark words of comfort when she broke down to him about her new memories from home, the man she shot in the back.
If you killed a hundred men for justice or vengeance or pleasure, it would not matter to me.
Can she honestly say it's the same on her end? She's not sure. And this isn't just anyone....this is Elena. The girl who she saw face down the ghosts of her dead parents, tears in her eyes. The girl who had promised her that neither Doc nor Klaus would come in the way of what they were building together. Part of the little group that she's formed with Elena, Jon and Waverly, trying to unravel what they can about the Veiled Order. It'd be easier if it wasn't personal; the problem is that it is. She worries her lower lip as she tries to find the right words to say -- what does someone even say to a confession like that?
If he was just confessing to killing somone in general, it would be easier to rationalize. But Elena is her friend, maybe a newer one, but a friend nonetheless. It's always harder to rationalize when that's the case. Her jaw tightens snd she swallows thickly. Her voice is laced with thick emotion when she finally speaks again. She does not pull away from him, but she does not initiate further touching either.
"Why are you telling me this?" Is it just to be honest, to push her away because things are getting too real? She doesn't understand. He could have gotten away with her never knowing. And he didn't. And a dark part of her wishes he had let her keep on not knowing.
She doesn't want to lose anyone else.