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thevulnerability) wrote2017-05-22 12:01 am
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klaus watches her, lips parting; he grasps the crisis of faith and fear she is having, even if he does not fully understand nor relate. (the only part of it that comforts him, and selfishly so, is that word: "friend." spoken if not with forgiveness than with acknowledgement. with a chance.)
she's smart to ask how. she's right, that freya's mirror is strong: as strong if not stronger than her aunt dahlia. that she needs to be defeated because these atrocities will happen again and again. she did kill elena. she brought that violence upon them with relative ease. she's right, and the truth is he is just as afraid, and he does not know.
not for certain. not yet. but that's not what he believes chloe needs to hear. it's not what he needs to hear, to spawn, to believe. they have faced and fought dangers larger than this. klaus' lips set, as does his expression. his eyes search hers. his words are sure and assuring. ] How we always do: together.
[ he looks down, pulls in a quiet breath to go on. she mentioned their mutual friend, in not-quite flattering terms. he imagines that is partially deserved. both his family and his allies have aided in bringing this all upon her; that is also true. she has a score of reasons to be overwhelmed, to be uncertain, to feel the way she does. ] What Lucifer has done to alter your life, whatever being here has done, [ he looks back up at her ] better or worse, know that he cares about you, and you are not alone. [ he doesn't mean only lucifer. ]
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But she shot Klaus point blank in the face with a gun and he walked (scampered) away. She tried to take out Freya and ended up unconscious (by some small mercy, why Freya didn't kill her the way she did Damon she'll never know). She wants to think his kumbaya togetherness answer is the real one but Chloe knows the truth.
She always felt like the sexy, sparkly vampire tween trend got it wrong, anyway. Maybe the vampires she knew now weren't the creepy, coffin-sleeping undead of the old days. The fact that they were cute and friendly doesn't make the reality that death follows them around any easier to swallow. ]
Yeah. I guess that does make it easier. [ That's not a complete lie. Even if she does end up being sacrificed by Freya or someone else's entree, it is easier to handle when she knows she'll be missed. And it's less daunting to think about when she's not thinking about it alone. Except... ]
You're wrong about Lucifer, though. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. [ She takes another drink, pulling her eyes away from Klaus. Part of her (most of her) feels bad for throwing him under the bus, but his actions up to this moment have made it more than clear. He threw her into the fray without a second thought. She doesn't want Klaus thinking he can rely on Lucifer.
Chloe wishes someone had warned her. ]
I... I hate to ask this, but you brought it up and I have to know. Killing people... Is that something you make a habit out of?
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klaus knows that does not change the suffering that is yet to come. he knows that those who touch his family's lives will undoubtedly face demons and evils; brutality and cruelty he does not explain, that he does seek to protect her from now. she deserves that respite, however fleeting, after all she's faced. no one ever granted it to him. perhaps if he does not stress these dangers... perhaps they need not come true, not yet.
he pulls in a breath, looks away at her degradation of lucifer, and thirsts for a drink himself. he's no doubt there is a reason she means the words she says, no doubt some egregious wrong and hurt she carries. he will not presume. he will not ask. it is not his place nor does he have the context to do so. but he knows this: this disharmony need be addressed. he knows what he sees; what he hears when he sees them together, and when he talks to lucifer himself. (that is love, and this is an obstacle.) only at her question does he look over to her.
he will not hold back. she has asked for the truth, and he has no hesitation to give it, no matter how it will color her opinion of him. he knows what he is. who he is. ] A thousand years is certainly enough for a habit to make. [ he says it lightly, though the amusement falls flat. he continues, that lightness fading into something grave and sincere. ] I've done what I had to, to protect my family, myself, and my interests. [ he adds the last, because it is true: ] I'm not a good person. [ his eyes finds hers as he says this, rounded and affected, if not remorseful. a lump form in his throat at the thought of his daughter. he swallows past it. ] But I've tried to be. If that's what you're asking.
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Interests she understands less. She has seen every motive under the sun, more shallow than others. Money, jealousy, power - the three most common motives for the kinds of murders she couldn't wrap her mind around. Even she could admit there were times when taking another life was unavoidable; anything else was nothing short of evil, in her experience.
That was before she was put in this position, when everything she understood about reality was turned on its head, when human nature blended into animal nature through an inescapable, unwilling force. But what were humans other than glorified animals? And where did those in-between - the vampires, the werewolves - fit into her well-defined boxes of good versus evil?
It would be something she would have to confront now, she supposed, in the face of someone she called a friend who had turned into something out of a nightmare. It was something she would have to confront if Lucifer was telling the truth. Could she reconcile the very definition of evil with the person she knew, the person who had been her partner for nearly two years?
Were any of their natures an explanation of betrayal, or simply an excuse? ]
I've killed people before too. [ She looks down at her drink. Really, do her choices make her any better than Klaus? At the end of the day, all killing was in the interest of the killer, justified or not. Where she came from, it was only the job of judge or jury to decide how valid those interests were. ] I try to be a good person, but I'm sure the families of the people I've killed would probably disagree.
[ Chloe swirls her drink thoughtfully. ] I think it matters, though. If you try. I think, regardless of your past, who you try to be now makes a difference.