Diego huffs out a breath that's intended to be a chuckle, but it doesn't quite reach that sound. Even now, years later, despite how much he may act like the failure of that attempt isn't something he cares about, deep down he knows it's a lie. And it's not even because he wants the fucking uniform, or to get anything out of it, he just wants to protect people. He wants to keep them safe. Isn't that what he's supposed to do? He and Reginald had plenty of differences, and god knows that he rebelled against everything and anything their father set forth for them, but this? He feels it in his bones that he can do the right thing, that he can make a difference.
Ultimately, he had gone his own route with it, and while it would drive Patch crazy, he knows that she understood him and that need better than a lot of people did. It's part of what irritated her, actually, but Diego couldn't stop. He doubts he'll ever be able to.
The ghost of a smile crosses his lips when Klaus says that it's good that the city has him, and there's a tinge of sadness in his expression when he brings up Patch. He hates this, the way his heart aches. The way he already misses her, how there's an urge he can't shake away at the fact that he wants to pick up the phone one more time and call her. He wants one more chance to apologize, to tell her she had been right. That he had been wrong. That he had fucked up, that he was so damn sorry.
That he loves her. God, how he wishes he could tell her that he loves her.
His gaze is lost in nothing in particular, when Klaus's words pull him out of his thoughts. His brow furrows into a small frown, but the way he pats the hand that's on his knee is reassuring. Almost gentle.
"It's not your fault, you didn't kill her." He stays quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again his voice is uncharacteristically low, almost soft for a moment. "All she wanted was to serve, and save people. She'd tell you the same thing." He lets the words linger between them for a moment, before he glances over at his brother. "I'm glad she was able to find you and get you out."
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Ultimately, he had gone his own route with it, and while it would drive Patch crazy, he knows that she understood him and that need better than a lot of people did. It's part of what irritated her, actually, but Diego couldn't stop. He doubts he'll ever be able to.
The ghost of a smile crosses his lips when Klaus says that it's good that the city has him, and there's a tinge of sadness in his expression when he brings up Patch. He hates this, the way his heart aches. The way he already misses her, how there's an urge he can't shake away at the fact that he wants to pick up the phone one more time and call her. He wants one more chance to apologize, to tell her she had been right. That he had been wrong. That he had fucked up, that he was so damn sorry.
That he loves her. God, how he wishes he could tell her that he loves her.
His gaze is lost in nothing in particular, when Klaus's words pull him out of his thoughts. His brow furrows into a small frown, but the way he pats the hand that's on his knee is reassuring. Almost gentle.
"It's not your fault, you didn't kill her." He stays quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again his voice is uncharacteristically low, almost soft for a moment. "All she wanted was to serve, and save people. She'd tell you the same thing." He lets the words linger between them for a moment, before he glances over at his brother. "I'm glad she was able to find you and get you out."