The moment Klaus wraps his arm around her shoulders, she leans against him, just enough to rest her head against his shoulder. She wishes that she could believe him, or that she could at least believe it enough for both of them, but they both know what’s at stake. Things had gone downhill so quickly in such a short amount of time, and they’re nowhere near being done yet. The prospect of what’s to come, what else could go wrong terrifies her, and right now the slight tremor in her hands that she had woken up with has very little with the lingering effects of the blood loss and more to do with the dread she feels.

At his own response, she turns to kiss his cheek. It’s sad that their brothers’s reactions to Klaus haven’t been surprising, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’re infuriating. Allison has been vouching for him since their arrival, but clearly none of them had listened. They think she’s still just protecting him, covering for him. She can see it in Luther’s face, had seen it in Diego’s eyes when she was going frantic looking for Klaus after he disappeared when Hazel and Cha-Cha attacked the Academy. And Five, well. He hasn’t been as brutal as he probably could have been, but he also hasn’t been around for the last sixteen years.

The mention of Patrick makes her take another drag from the cigarette, almost as if hoping the burn and the pain it causes will ease up what she feels. As she exhales, she flips to a page on the notepad that very clearly says MY FAULT, because it’s true. Just how she had insisted about it to Luther, she’ll ‘say’ it now to whoever she has to because that’s just the truth. How is she even going to be able to explain to Patrick what happened, though? She won’t be able to talk to him. She won’t be able to communicate with her daughter, because while Claire is smart and she’s starting to learn to read, she can’t expect her to read full conversations with her. Their trips to get donuts after school, or whenever she’d take her grocery shopping, or even just watching her swim in the pool... She can’t be there on her own with her, because if something were to happen, if Claire needed anything...

Will any of it matter, though, if the world ends? The idea that it could actually be happening, that this is their last night on earth makes her queasy, but that’s sufficient reason to want to fix this. To find some sort of answer even if it means doing it with the siblings they seem to be fighting with even if they’re supposed to be working together.

With a small nod, she stands up straight again. As much as she wants to walk away, she knows she can’t. For Vanya, for Claire. They owe them more than just them giving up, and she attempts a smile in Klaus’s direction even if it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. They can’t give up. Reginald had conditioned them too much to do so, and the bastard had managed to bring them back here. One more fucking mission.

After taking one last drag of the cigarette, she lets the last of it drop before she stubs it out with the toe of her shoe. Just as she’s about to flip to a new page on the notepad, the sight of a phone booth catches her eye and she pauses. She hasn’t been able to locate her phone since the cabin - not that she would have been able to do much with it, anyway. But, if they’re going to try to stop Vanya, if there’s a possibility of the world ending...

She swallows, and even if for a moment she can’t bring herself to write the words, she finally does so: Can we call them?