A part of Klaus wants to stop, but that's the part of him that is always so ready to give up on something as soon as it gets a little hard. If he were to demand to put a stop to this, Obi-Wan would respect that, but Klaus worries that he might be a little disappointed, even though he claims that he won't. But it isn't just the fear of letting Obi-Wan down that makes Klaus wants to keep going. He wants to do it for himself.

Klaus grits his teeth and looks at his hand on Obi-Wan's chest, feeling each deep inhale and exhale and making himself match it. Slow in, slow out, over and over again.

Obi-Wan is still watching him, looking at him encouragingly, but Klaus's gaze drifts up over his shoulder to the woman standing behind him. She belongs to the voice he heard in his head, and he winces slightly at the bullet wound in her chest, spilling blood out into her neon pink micro dress. She looks like a junkie, bottomed out in a way even he had only reached a few times in his life.

"You think you get to just get better?" She asks, sneering at him with rotted teeth and sunken eyes, and Klaus swallows hard before closing his eyes again. "Look at me, Klaus!"

"You can't hurt me," he says quietly, shakily, because perhaps that's the mantra he needs right now. "You can't hurt me."