[ this is hardly a message klaus is eager to see. of course he knows it was only a matter of time that camille would want to learn the truth or learn it despite her desire to avoid it. he didn't consider she would hear it so haphazardly from his sister, no doubt on the wings of her own crippling guilt and remorse. the concern rises up and shakes him: for camille, her foreseen future even more broken now and the grief that is assuredly wracking her; the anger follows and nearly bubbles over: for freya, to tell her. and yet it wars with something stronger: the worry and grief and pain he knows his sister feels. the worry and grief and pain he does. that familial bond strengthened by blood and anguish and love. what and who he would always choose.
his fingers are tight around his phone. his chest aches and it is for them all. (for camille. for he and freya, standing alone with these sins.) ]
no subject
his fingers are tight around his phone. his chest aches and it is for them all. (for camille. for he and freya, standing alone with these sins.) ]
Tell me where she is.