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[poppycock]

[ he will freely give her those details: save the ones she need not know and suffer, that is. there is no reason to trouble her with what will only pain and torment her. (with what will only pain and torment him; whether freya knows the truth of the future or not, it will not change the inevitability of it. it's a burden she need not carry. a burden that would only distract her.) thoughts of such deceptions are cast aside as she continues to speak, his eyes staying at hers with a sudden interest and alertness.

whoever she may have said, he was not prepared for the shock of camille's name. for a moment he believes he misheard, his eyes rounded and his breath taken, but freya speaks and he knows through the haze of his stunned and ringing senses that he has not. he is still, utterly still, and only towards the end off freya's explanation does his hand tighten involuntarily around hers.

camille is alive. she is here. she has been trapped, here, and for quite some time. it takes effort, gargantuan, to calm the stricken awe coursing through him, to temper his reaction. he forces himself to breathe, to look away. (freya does not know about camille. she need not.)

klaus licks his lips, looks back to his sister and attempts composure, his eyes perhaps too bright to be entirely convincing. ] Where is she?

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[There's something he isn't telling her, something about Cami, but she will not push him for the details for now - not with that particular reaction. She just takes in it all, before pointing back to the mansion.]

Her room is across the hall from mine. She also works in a bar, on the fifth floor. It's not hard to find.

[poppycock]

[ close. she is close, alive, here. he feels his shoulders shake, is afraid it might reverberate down into his fingers. his hand flexes and tightens around hers as if to stay the reaction. he begins to stand. he cannot help the impulse, driven by the sudden coursing of hope and terror in him. he cannot help his complete lack of control in following it. but he stops himself, halfway out of his seat, freya's hand a reminder and a tether to his.

he has no explanation, none he is willing or even able in this moment to give. he looks at her with a rounded, poorly guarded gaze. he considers it in his shock and disbelief: that he should stay and listen to his sister, but immediately he casts that pretense off. instead he pulls in a breath and braces himself to speak. ] We will continue this, sister.

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[She doesn't need to know the loss to know that this is something Klaus needs to do. His feelings for Cami are no secret and she doesn't want to get in the way of that. She nods with a small smile, before letting him go.]

Of course. Go.

[She will find him for a drink later.]