"You think I know shit about grief? Before the week of Dad's funeral, the only person that ever meant anything to me that I'd ever lost was Ben, and we see how well any of us handled that. So--" he spreads his hands, exasperated. "I didn't give a fuck when I heard about Dad. Good goddamn riddance. But--" He hasn't, and still can't, even say her name out loud. There's an obvious struggle against it before he just readjusts what he's saying. "the two of them? I--" he shakes his head and without thinking at all, snatches one of the knives always hidden on his person and throws it at the nearest thing that might make a satisfying shatter. He doesn't feel better for it, but it was something that could be done besides breaking down completely. Something he refuses to do.
"You know Mom was here during that last stunt you pulled?" He spins back toward him, everything about him suddenly so very accusatory. "So tell me again, how she was just a robot nanny." The words, echoing something Klaus had said in an off-handed manner months ago, not long after Diego had arrived, are dripping with venom. No, he hadn't forgotten it, and he hadn't let it go. Because Mom was always, would always be, a subject he never, ever joked about. "I can't see or hear or touch. Them. Either. That's how it is for everyone else all the time, Klaus. You have spent your entire. Fucking. Life. Wanting to be normal. Wanting nothing to do with the ghosts that haunt you. Well, stay the fuck out of Jeopardy and you have your wish. Welcome to the reality everyone else who's ever lost someone has been dealing with forever."
He can only scoff in disbelief and shake his head as he pulls it all back to Allison being the bad guy. "Jesus, Klaus, what the fuck has she done to make you decide she's a villain in your story? She's our sister!" There is something weirdly discordant in Diego, of all people, defending Allison so completely, but this has gone on for so long now and he doesn't even understand the basis of it all. Diego knows as well as, and maybe better than, anyone exactly how intense Allison can be with the words she hands out, but she isn't malicious. Maybe Diego is missing pieces of something somewhere, or maybe there has been a wild misunderstanding between the pair of them somewhere along the way, he isn't sure-- but he is sure of what he says next.
"The whole point of the house was so we all had a place to live together and know the people in it were ones you could trust-- so we could be-- I don't know-- better at being a family." Sort of. That may be overly idealistic, but. The potential was there, if they got enough time to get around the walls, vaults, and security lasers they'd all spent decades building around themselves and ever managed to truly get to know each other.
"I've been here since May... you've done a lot of shit, and I really don't think I've been that hard on you about it before now. I've been patient with you, Klaus, but how many times do I have to keep watching you make the same fucking decisions over and over again? You can't make changes if you keep making the same choices." He tips his head back and lets out a long, slow sigh, before looking at his brother again. "An addict.... can't hang out... with other addicts and think they're just gonna be strong enough to resist it. There's a reason they make you cut ties with those kind of people in help groups. I don't care how much you or any of them tell me they aren't offering you anything... People like Cassidy, and whoever the fuck else it is you party with, are gonna be the reason you can't ever get away from this."
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"You know Mom was here during that last stunt you pulled?" He spins back toward him, everything about him suddenly so very accusatory. "So tell me again, how she was just a robot nanny." The words, echoing something Klaus had said in an off-handed manner months ago, not long after Diego had arrived, are dripping with venom. No, he hadn't forgotten it, and he hadn't let it go. Because Mom was always, would always be, a subject he never, ever joked about. "I can't see or hear or touch. Them. Either. That's how it is for everyone else all the time, Klaus. You have spent your entire. Fucking. Life. Wanting to be normal. Wanting nothing to do with the ghosts that haunt you. Well, stay the fuck out of Jeopardy and you have your wish. Welcome to the reality everyone else who's ever lost someone has been dealing with forever."
He can only scoff in disbelief and shake his head as he pulls it all back to Allison being the bad guy. "Jesus, Klaus, what the fuck has she done to make you decide she's a villain in your story? She's our sister!" There is something weirdly discordant in Diego, of all people, defending Allison so completely, but this has gone on for so long now and he doesn't even understand the basis of it all. Diego knows as well as, and maybe better than, anyone exactly how intense Allison can be with the words she hands out, but she isn't malicious. Maybe Diego is missing pieces of something somewhere, or maybe there has been a wild misunderstanding between the pair of them somewhere along the way, he isn't sure-- but he is sure of what he says next.
"The whole point of the house was so we all had a place to live together and know the people in it were ones you could trust-- so we could be-- I don't know-- better at being a family." Sort of. That may be overly idealistic, but. The potential was there, if they got enough time to get around the walls, vaults, and security lasers they'd all spent decades building around themselves and ever managed to truly get to know each other.
"I've been here since May... you've done a lot of shit, and I really don't think I've been that hard on you about it before now. I've been patient with you, Klaus, but how many times do I have to keep watching you make the same fucking decisions over and over again? You can't make changes if you keep making the same choices." He tips his head back and lets out a long, slow sigh, before looking at his brother again. "An addict.... can't hang out... with other addicts and think they're just gonna be strong enough to resist it. There's a reason they make you cut ties with those kind of people in help groups. I don't care how much you or any of them tell me they aren't offering you anything... People like Cassidy, and whoever the fuck else it is you party with, are gonna be the reason you can't ever get away from this."