@dissolvedshadows said: “ Good God, man, pull yourself together. ” - Caleb
His eyes were still amber when he turns to consider the Caleb, and dark veins still ran beneath his eyes. Perhaps he had strayed beyond the realms of the necessary ( the blood upon his chin and staining his hands offered ample evidence ), but Caleb ought to have known what he was getting himself into. It was not, after all, as though Klaus was known for his moderation, nor for self-control, nor for the patience to handle idiots who got into his way.
Caleb was only lucky that Ana’s wishes continued to ensure his safety.
❛ You asked for my help. Or don’t you recall? ❜ And helping he was. He might neglect to follow Caleb’s lead in their venture, but their progress had been all too slow, and his patience had long since disintegrated. If finding Ana required tearing through New Orleans, then tear through New Orleans he would. ❛ We were going to get nothing from them, save wasted time. Now, that’s no longer a problem. ❜
The individuals in question had been stubborn, obstinate in having nothing to do with the whole affair. Klaus did not care whether or not they spoke the truth. When the third had still offered nothing useful after the first two lay in bloody shreds upon the ground, Klaus decreed that he was no longer worth their time, or energy. The man had joined his colleagues in violent death.
Some distant part of Klaus had hoped that the slaughter might offer some ease for his growing temper, his irritation and impatience and the underlying worry that gnawed at him. It hadn’t.