Pretty please, bruder ಠ_ಠ
32. Your muse hears my muse crying softly in their sleep.
Klavier lays on his bed, hands covering his ears. He doesn't know why this has to happen, but only accepts it anyways. He hates the sound that is his brother's voice. He odiously wants to destroy the laughter that is his brother's. He wants nothing to do with that fiend who destroyed an innocent man's life.
The blonde's older sibling was here in Hive City, and the fact that it was true scared him enough. He had lived his entire life in fear while in Los Angeles. The constant conversations he had with the detectives about his brother--questioning from officials if Kristoph was ever insane in the past...he couldn't do it! Everything about the other made him want to scream. That facade he put on...it was disgusting.
His face flat down on his pillow, face trekked with tears--he murmurs quietly, "Bruder...you're the man that I want dead, but I can't say that I'd like to see that happen. I love you even though you are a criminal." He fucking hated it. He wanted this all to go away! Why did he have to kill to sate his needs!?
Little did he know, his time was going to come to an end too--just like Smith. His brother was just sitting by the door, laughing.