Klaus is soaking wet. Some of it is warm and some of it is cold and he wonders if maybe he pissed himself, but it's just blood. So much blood, soaking his clothes and being washed into the gutter by the rain that he's sure is Viktor's doing.

Viktor, who looks wrecked and is apologizing for something Klaus doesn't understand. He still feels out of it, like his spirit is settling back into its skin suit, and he blinks a few times as Viktor lets go of his face. He looks down as instructed and lets out a surprised huff as the gaping hole in his chest seems to be closing in on itself, turning pink and knitting together at the edges.

"Tell me what?" Klaus asks breathlessly, arms flung out to the side as he stares up at Viktor's face. "What did you do?"

It's a fair question, he thinks. Viktor has brought people back to life before, after all.