'We can't all be fighters', he says; 'No, somebody had to be the bitch than turned tail and ran.', replies the voice that likes to run inner-monologues in Klaus' head. It's debatable which is sadder-- the fact that this is the instant, knee-jerk response in his own head, or the fact that he's just so used to that, that it hardly phases him anymore.
"Yeah, I guess." is the only thing that makes its way out of his mouth in response, though, a sigh echoing out after it. He frowns and looks over at his brother, skeptical doubt etched across his features. "Seriously?" Sounds fake, but you better believe he's gonna ask one of them.
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"Yeah, I guess." is the only thing that makes its way out of his mouth in response, though, a sigh echoing out after it. He frowns and looks over at his brother, skeptical doubt etched across his features. "Seriously?" Sounds fake, but you better believe he's gonna ask one of them.