𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬

          Staring into the eyes that resembled each others, Kara and Klaus sat in silence in front of each other. Neither wanted to speak, not wanting to disrupt the peace in the silence around them.

Klaus' irises held anger, desperation, grief, and pity in them. His face was blank, rid of any emotion while his lips were turned downward. The bags under his eyes showed how prominent his cheekbones were. Comparing the bones with Kara's, he noticed how worse hers were.

Suffering and pain clouded Kara's pair while the wall she had built up covered the rest of her emotions. It was like Klaus was staring into a dull chasm as he looked into her eyes. Noticing how the haze of white fog had spread in her left eye without him noticing, he wondered if she had taken recognition of it as well.

Kit had left quickly after Kara's interaction with him, allowing Klaus to sneak in and ask his twin sister if it was okay to talk about everything. She reluctantly agreed, deciding it was better to go ahead and get it over with so she could rest afterward before Charles found his way in.

"You didn't find him?" She finally spoke up, watching his eyes flicker to exit the daze he was in. The question was regarding if he had found their father while Charles and Erik helped her out of the facility.

Clearing his throat, he looked down at his intertwined hands that showed his paper-white knuckles as he shook his head in denial. "I would've given you his hands and let you kill him if I had."

She knew he wasn't lying as he tampered with the skin around his nails, slowly picking pieces of skin off of his finger and making the flesh bleed into tiny droplets. He was nervous and anxious as he sat there, she knew.

"You do not have to apologize for what you said to me that day, Klaus. Your words were true and I deserved them. I know you blame yourself for what happened but it was no one's fault." She breathed out, having thought long and hard about his statement of her resembling their father.

"No, no, you did not deserve them, they were words out of anger. You are not him and you never will be. I was so furious about a lot of things and I took it out on you when I shouldn't have. It was my fault you were taken by him because I was a coward for avoiding you all day. I was scared you hated me for what I said." His voice was low and Kara heard the crack as he denied her of her words.

She reached over, carefully, and took his fiddling hands into hers, stopping him from peeling his skin any further. They were warm, unlike hers, which were cold.

"You were angry at me, which I understand. You don't want to agree because you're scared history will repeat itself. You were lucky enough to turn out like our mother while I was handed his traits. We may share the same anger that he held but that's about it, sadly." She forced a reassuring smile that told him she was okay with the truth.

"You're like mom in ways you don't see. I often find myself looking at you and seeing her like she's standing in front of me, besides the white hair. Just because you think you're like him doesn't mean you are." He stated firmly, not leaving any room for her to argue, which she didn't.

"I am sorry for what I said, Kara. It was not true and it never will be. I'm sorry that my words pushed you outside only for you to get taken by him. You didn't deserve what he did to you and I won't stop until I find him so that he can endure what you endured." Tears threatened the corners of his eyes as he muttered his words out, his hands squeezing hers before he let go to wipe at his eyes.

"We'll see him when this Mutant war happens, I'm sure. He won't stop until he finishes the job of taking us out. There were things he left me with that I'm sure he wants to kill me before things get out of hand." She muttered, a small humorous chuckle sounding from her mouth.