Viktor's transition had been such a sudden thing, but perhaps not an entirely surprising one. At least not to Klaus. It isn't as if he suspected anything, but when Viktor told him, it made sense. There was just something right about it, and Klaus made the switch in his head with little fanfare at all.

Now, as he bleeds out on the sidewalk, he's glad that he got the chance to know Viktor at all.

"Viktor," he chokes out, shaking as his smallest brother (a spot that Five was recently dethroned of) pulls Klaus into his lap. He hates to see his brother so upset, hates how familiar that look of anguish is. Viktor has suffered so much and Klaus doesn't want him to have to endure this, too.

His eyes are wide and wet as Viktor tries to save him, pushing energy into Klaus's body, but it's too late. The damage is too great, too sudden, and there isn't anything that he can do. But Klaus knows that he tried, that he would do anything, burn the whole world down. He doesn't want any of that. He just wants Viktor to be happy.

Klaus's final act is putting his hand over his brother's, squeezing with everything that he has left, before he goes limp, hands falling to his sides as his eyes go dull, staring lifelessly at the bright blue sky ahead.

He dies knowing with absolute certainty that he's deeply loved, and that alone feels like a gift.