Luther looks absolutely wrecked, eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, and Klaus finds himself a little surprised by the reaction. This isn't a slight against Luther, but just a symptom of his own self-loathing. Most of all, he's sort of oddly touched, and with as out of it as he is, all he can do is reach up and wipe some of Luther's tears away with his thumb, leaving a smear of blood behind on his skin.

"No, no," he says slowly, shaking his head a little as he stares up at the sky and tries to process all that he's just seen. Their dad killed him. A lot.

"The old man did say that I never lived up to my potential," he says after a moment, taking in a shuddering breath as he pulls open his blood shirt to watch as the gruesome wound in his chest slowly starts to knit itself back together. And then he laughs, a lightly hysterical sound. "Hell's full and heaven doesn't want me."