"This wasn't the first time," Klaus tells him, brow furrowed slightly as he thinks back to what he saw in that strange void of a place. "I-- I've died before."

His brain feels like it's buzzing a hundred miles an hour and his eyes go a bit distant as he thinks about what this all must mean. He'd always known that Reggie was a sadistic bastard, but to actually kill him? Repeatedly? It was even worse than he thought, and his expression crumples into one of a profound sort of sorrow. In the grave for years, and the man can still find ways to hurt him.

Obi-Wan's request draws Klaus's attention away from his thoughts and he opens his mouth to protest, only to close it and nod after a look at Obi-Wan's face. He'd do anything that Obi-Wan asked of him right now.

Klaus looks up at the paramedics, who are staring at him with vague confusion on their faces. The turn their heads in toward each other and murmur about how he should have bled out, and what they should do, so Klaus plants a hand on the ground and tries to stand.

"I think I may need some juice," he says once he's on his hands and knees, swaying a bit and drinking. "Maybe like a Gatorade?"

"Uh, let's get you on the stretcher," one of them says as they rush forward to help Klaus up. Once he's settled on the gurney, Klaus holds a hand toward Obi-Wan.

"He's coming with me," Klaus says firmly. "I'm not going if he doesn't come."