"Well, that all sounds very ominous," Klaus says after Luther has finished talking, looking his brother up and down. Luther has the tendency to catastrophize things sometimes, because they're all drama queens in their own way, but this seems serious. This is something that's eating him up, and Klaus feels a wave of anxiety that breaks his concentration. He falls from the sky and lands on his feet, stumbling a little before approaching Luther, arms crossed over his chest.

"I hate that you all know more than me," he admits, because it's true. It seems like he's always the last to know things in this family, whether back home or here in Darrow, and while there was a time where he was fine being kept in the dark, that isn't the case anymore. "Just tell me, Luther. I'm no stranger to learning horrific news about my own life."