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[ it throws him in its unexpectedness: the graveness of her expression and the pressure of her touch. it makes little sense to him; she should know. she was not late. what she was, was brave. successful in saving them all. it's instinctive, to lift his hand to cover hers with his own, to take that comfort and connection even as trouble and confusion play over his expression.

his voice is softer now. his fingers clasp hers. it occurs to him that perhaps it didn't work. ] Did it not work?

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[Maybe he didn't know. Maybe Lucien's power wasn't strong enough. Or maybe it was something else entirely, looming in her future that she isn't aware of yet. The problem with being the furthest in their timeline here is that she is just as capable of being blindsided by the future.]

I ... I don't know. Time is a strange beast here.

[She turns her hand to take his, keeping that connection between them as she continues.]

The last thing I remember before Wonderland was working with Stefan, Marcel and Hayley to free you and Elijah from the Strix. Davina was going to break the sire lines with a spell, and I was going to channel Lucien to break into the magical prison they were holding your minds in. Unfortunately Wonderland had other ideas, and I never got there.

[ he listens to her vague explanation and to her more detailed account of what she remembers. he'll accept that there is something he does not understand about this place and time, no matter those knee jerk doubts. he'll accept that this is what she remembers, and it weighs on him: what she's missed. what she doesn't know.

it takes klaus a moment, his mouth opening and closing, his eyes pulled from her to look into the space beside them, to contemplate the enormity of their future, and how it might devastate her. ]

You did. [ his gaze returns to hers. ] But there's much you've missed, and I'm afraid our family is now in straits much more dire.

{Freya knows she probably shouldn't ask. There's nothing she can do about their problems from here, and it will likely only make her angry, but she can't make Cami's choice. The voracious need to know about whatever situation her family has found themselves in will only eat at her and she knows it.

She keeps her hand in his, pulling him towards one of the nearby benches and sitting so that she can take all of this in.]

Tell me.

[ 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 ]

[The weight of it hits her, and the fact that she was able to put them in stasis is at least some comfort, but at the same time, she knows the weight of what they're losing. Klaus, time with his daughter especially, considering he was the one sitting right in front of her.

And in hearing that it was Lucien who was responsible, her hand tightens in his grip.]

I knew there was something snake-like about him. Please tell me that he was not allowed to live while our family is suffering.

[She can deal with her family falling, for now, so long as it was mutually assured destruction.]

[ and he can give her that: the comfort of their vengeance. of his, for camille. he meets her gaze squarely, holds her hand firm, and with the viciousness and the brokenness of that memory, he tells her. ] I ripped his heart out.

Good.

[She pauses for a moment, before looking up at the mansion ahead of them. There is more she wants to know, details that she needs to finesse the true point of their fall, but she also knows there are other things she needs to prepare her brother for.]

I am not the only one from our world here. Cami is here as well. She has been here for several years, and she arrived before Aurora was able to strike. She has been content leaving the future a mystery, so I have not told her her fate, but I felt you should be aware before you see her.

[ 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?

[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.

[ 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.

[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.]

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