[ he pauses before he sits, eyes darting over their surroundings and ears perked. they are out in the open and he wants to ensure there is no one even marginally close to listen; there's so little about this place and the people here that he knows.

and then there's this: the actual telling. he considers it: finn's death and how it will aggrieve her. marcel's betrayal on the shoulders of her and elijah's decision. he's tempted, to save her that pain, at least to cushion it, and furthermore he's hardly the most ideal wielder of terrible news. ]

The prophecy has been fulfilled. [ he hesitates; he cannot leave it at that. ] Only by your magic do we all survive in stasis. Hayley has taken our bodies in hopes of finding a cure.

[ he looks away, presses his lips together, then lifts his eyes to hers. ] It was Lucien. [ omg you are such a fucking liar klaus ]