For a moment, Klaus feels a brief but very strong surge of anger because he's always the last to know something, even about himself. But then he looks at Viktor, his shorter hair and sharpened jaw, and deflates. Viktor was dealing with his own complications and, understandably, maybe didn't consider Klaus's newfound abilities to be at the top of the priority pile. It isn't as if he expected that something like this to happen.

"Yeah, okay," he says quietly, letting Viktor help him to his feet. "We can go home and talk all about how dad murdered me for silence." He lets out a dark, humorless laugh and wobbles forward on shaky Bambi legs, leaving a trail of blood as he goes. How absurdly macabre. "Does it still make you a serial killer if you're just killing the same person over and over again?"