[Klaus' voice cuts through any illusions Alaric might have had about this being a manageable condition. For him, the animosity is only barely settled. Klaus prioritized his selfish desires and monstrous whims over the lives of real, good people. He killed Jenna. He killed a lot of people's Jennas. And one of the things that matters most to him in the world is making sure that Hope breaks the cycle and becomes something better than the father who gave her life.
He grits his teeth more than he was already, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to shift his attention.]
Go to hell, Klaus.
[A more creative insult requires more energy than he can muster right now. His hands feel too cold while his chest feels too hot. That's not a great sign.]
( yes, he has. he's killed, maimed, tortured, turned, and terrorized many. he'll not apologize for it. for one, it's debatable that he holds any regrets. for another, he's under no illusion that a demonstration of shame or remorse will make any difference.
it will only make him seem weak, and he is not weak. more importantly, it will only embolden his enemies, and that is the last thing klaus mikaelson would ever seek to do.
especially because it would have endangered his daughter. and she... she can live a better life.
he smiles at the response, nearly laughs. ) Ah, ( he intones. ) How convenient.
["Convenient," Klaus says. As if there's ever been anything inconvenient about the humans in his life. How dare other people breathe and think for themselves, right? It probably gets in the way of whatever schemes he's decided to concoct out here in Hell. Whatever it is seems sickening. He's not keeping a close enough eye and Caroline's not telling him nearly enough.
But none of that is as pertinent now as the tingle that's starting to be peppered by numbness.]
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He grits his teeth more than he was already, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to shift his attention.]
Go to hell, Klaus.
[A more creative insult requires more energy than he can muster right now. His hands feel too cold while his chest feels too hot. That's not a great sign.]
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it will only make him seem weak, and he is not weak. more importantly, it will only embolden his enemies, and that is the last thing klaus mikaelson would ever seek to do.
especially because it would have endangered his daughter. and she... she can live a better life.
he smiles at the response, nearly laughs. ) Ah, ( he intones. ) How convenient.
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But none of that is as pertinent now as the tingle that's starting to be peppered by numbness.]
You could try being quiet.