For the first time he feels like he wants to go home. Wants to throw himself onto a plane and return to California, a place that only represents utter safety. He could wrap himself up on the large couch with Claire, watching Tangled a dozen times back to back and call life good. But he can't. Not here, not now.
"We had ten months of happy."
And it will never be enough. Happiness made up of dreams of life outside of the army, dreams of a stupid apartment in the middle of nowhere with stupid 9-to-5 jobs and dinners shared over a program on the TV. Klaus should have known better back then, when the briefcase dropped him in the tent of the other recruits. He should have known that nothing good comes for any of the Hargreeves. It's just not their way.
"I couldn't save him," he whispers again, eyes shut tight against tears, his fingers trembling against her arms. "I just wanted to protect him. And I tried to protect Five, too. Did they find him? Did someone kill those assholes yet?"
Surely, it all had to be worth something. He wouldn't give up the year for anything, but he has to know.
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"We had ten months of happy."
And it will never be enough. Happiness made up of dreams of life outside of the army, dreams of a stupid apartment in the middle of nowhere with stupid 9-to-5 jobs and dinners shared over a program on the TV. Klaus should have known better back then, when the briefcase dropped him in the tent of the other recruits. He should have known that nothing good comes for any of the Hargreeves. It's just not their way.
"I couldn't save him," he whispers again, eyes shut tight against tears, his fingers trembling against her arms. "I just wanted to protect him. And I tried to protect Five, too. Did they find him? Did someone kill those assholes yet?"
Surely, it all had to be worth something. He wouldn't give up the year for anything, but he has to know.