Klaus heard that fear, and felt irrationally proud for the self loathing that touched her features when she recognized it in herself. He hadn't had nearly enough bourbon to soften his disposition, but he blamed it all the same as he accepted that feeling rather than chase it away.
"They will come again, and they will come for more than just you." He replied honestly. He rested his glass on the corner of the desk, rolling it idly against the edge, watching it rather than her as he spoke softly. "They will come for revenge, and they will come armed for war. It will be bloody, it will be terrible, and people will die."
He paused, and for a moment the only sound in the room was Lydia's breathing, and the soft rustle of paper as Klaus's fingers tightened around his sketches.
Planting his glass solidly on the desktop, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, straightening the sheaf of paper under his pad with his free hand.
"But not you." He finished in a near whisper, his tone somehow growing in violence the quieter it got. "I swear to you, Lydia: tonight will be the last time those harpies lay harm on you, by hand, word, or deed."
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"They will come again, and they will come for more than just you." He replied honestly. He rested his glass on the corner of the desk, rolling it idly against the edge, watching it rather than her as he spoke softly. "They will come for revenge, and they will come armed for war. It will be bloody, it will be terrible, and people will die."
He paused, and for a moment the only sound in the room was Lydia's breathing, and the soft rustle of paper as Klaus's fingers tightened around his sketches.
Planting his glass solidly on the desktop, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, straightening the sheaf of paper under his pad with his free hand.
"But not you." He finished in a near whisper, his tone somehow growing in violence the quieter it got. "I swear to you, Lydia: tonight will be the last time those harpies lay harm on you, by hand, word, or deed."