[so was she. the reminder has his lashes fluttering; his throat closing. yes, she was a means to an end. she played her role just as he played his, and in every way that soon came to matter more, she didn't and wasn't.
she's wasn't, and she was. just as fitz was and never was. the anguish in him builds into weights that press down with guilt and remorse on his chest. he reaches for his glass as her pleas break and slip past the walls that have already been damaged; have for so long stood on a failing foundation. perhaps they lost their integrity long ago.
if they truly had that fortitude in the first place. she's right, but perhaps he's not better than this. tears hang in his eyes; klaus swallows thickly and speaks softly, gravely, for despite all the rawness of his emotion, he must weather what the reality of this is: ] And when he doesn't? [ because fitz very well might not forgive him. he might not understand, when he has not forgiven and understood the faults of so many. ] When my own cowardice and scheming costs me... [ he fights past the lump in his throat, the crescendo and climax of what he is reaching to— ] true friendship and the chance to... [ klaus stops, for he knows this will hurt her more than anything. it's not hope he wants to give. ] A chance to go home. All of us, to go home. When he doesn't forgive me, what then? Do I forsake my daughter to a passing friendship? Do I forsake you?
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she's wasn't, and she was. just as fitz was and never was. the anguish in him builds into weights that press down with guilt and remorse on his chest. he reaches for his glass as her pleas break and slip past the walls that have already been damaged; have for so long stood on a failing foundation. perhaps they lost their integrity long ago.
if they truly had that fortitude in the first place. she's right, but perhaps he's not better than this. tears hang in his eyes; klaus swallows thickly and speaks softly, gravely, for despite all the rawness of his emotion, he must weather what the reality of this is: ] And when he doesn't? [ because fitz very well might not forgive him. he might not understand, when he has not forgiven and understood the faults of so many. ] When my own cowardice and scheming costs me... [ he fights past the lump in his throat, the crescendo and climax of what he is reaching to— ] true friendship and the chance to... [ klaus stops, for he knows this will hurt her more than anything. it's not hope he wants to give. ] A chance to go home. All of us, to go home. When he doesn't forgive me, what then? Do I forsake my daughter to a passing friendship? Do I forsake you?