Being in the back of an ambulance isn't something that's new to Klaus. He goes about settling in and being hooked up to tubes with a familiar sort of ease, mostly because he's mentally checked out, too overwhelmed to do anything but stare unblinkingly ahead as he thinks.
He was in an ambulance the night his father died, flatlining on a gurney just like this one after taking too many pills. A close one, he'd thought, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe h had died and been reanimated just in time to learn about Reginald's own passing.
How many times, Dad? The question thunders around in his skull until Obi-Wan speaks and Klaus finally blinks, shifting his head a little to meet Obi-Wan's gaze.
"Like I just found out that my father repeatedly suffocated me to death in a box of ghosts," he says flatly, brows knitting together as his eyes well with unshed tears. "I saw me. I was only eight. He-- he killed me. He was taking notes."
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He was in an ambulance the night his father died, flatlining on a gurney just like this one after taking too many pills. A close one, he'd thought, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe h had died and been reanimated just in time to learn about Reginald's own passing.
How many times, Dad? The question thunders around in his skull until Obi-Wan speaks and Klaus finally blinks, shifting his head a little to meet Obi-Wan's gaze.
"Like I just found out that my father repeatedly suffocated me to death in a box of ghosts," he says flatly, brows knitting together as his eyes well with unshed tears. "I saw me. I was only eight. He-- he killed me. He was taking notes."