( it was the last bit of hope he realizes now that he clung to — that if he couldn't find her, that even if all the avenues and signs pointed to her being gone — certainly she could still be here and still be found, if only by magic.
reading of nate's certainty feels like a punch to the chest. for a moment, he considers asking him to try again; try harder. but this is nate: hope's nate. he doesn't doubt him. without that doubt, it feels as if the world crumbles around him.
klaus has the wherewithal for only one response, for now. )
no subject
reading of nate's certainty feels like a punch to the chest. for a moment, he considers asking him to try again; try harder. but this is nate: hope's nate. he doesn't doubt him. without that doubt, it feels as if the world crumbles around him.
klaus has the wherewithal for only one response, for now. )
No.
( a few days later, however, klaus follows up: )
Meet me for a drink.