"Correction, he got pissed when he found out Allison took me in. I genuinely don't think he cared where I went, per se. Dad wasn't altogether worried, so therefore his dear Number One wasn't."

A part of Klaus can't blame Luther for what he did, for his hand in throwing him out, because in the end he knows it was just one more nail in the coffin, sealed shut by his father. Why not weaponize the remaining, devout sibling along with it? Really drive it home?

"Called Allison in a fit, but I was so strung out at that point I didn't give a shit. He was worried about her, of course. Worried I would ruin their life, that I would suck them dry and leave them to rot. He forgets the part where he threw me out, though. I'm very good at living on nothing."

He huffs softly and gives Diego's knee another little nudge. "But what would our family be if we weren't a collection of disasters, hm? I think you're right, though. An apocalypse is a new all-time low for us." With a high pitched sigh, he leans until his head plops down on Diego's shoulder, much like he would as a kid, cheekily taking up space even while his brother squirmed and pushed him away.

"But enough about me and the end of days. Where have you been all these years? What has the great Diego Hargreeves been up to in his auspicious time away from the Academy?"