Re: Investigation: Seven/Klaus
Whether or not he was actually visible to Seven was a bit of a crapshot. He had startled several near the lake since his return, and of course, Dietre had been able to see him. He wasn't entirely sure of the rules regarding whether or not someone could see him, and his gaze flickered past Klaus, past the one who could definitely see him, to Seven in the doorway of the master bedroom.
A barrage of questions dragged his focus back to Klaus, and he stared at him, pale blue eyes widening with what was asked of him. He didn't have an answer, didn't have an easy reason to explain why he was here, why any of this was happening. The fact that he didn't have an answer, couldn't give Klaus any sort of easy answer, reflected on his shadowed face as something akin to earthly panic.
And then regret.
Shadowed eyes dropped to look at the ground, and he took a step backwards, away from Klaus and that keen attention that was focused on him. "I- I- I shouldn't be here." No, he shouldn't be there. He should be dead and gone and silenced forever, not haunting the bedroom of a man who had likely forgotten him with all the days and weeks and months that had stretched out in absence. But here he was, causing more problems for selfish needs that even he couldn't put a good explanation to.
His figure flickered, more transparent, then more solid, and for a brief moment there was a horrifying vision of a reenactment of his very death: gasping breaths, clawing hands, a horrible choking sound as water filled his lungs. And then he was back to normal - or whatever passed for normal for a ghost.
"I'm sorry. I'll- go. I'm sorry." The words rattled out with grief and regret and a host of other emotions that seemed to come with the smell of the lake, of wet and forgotten things, intensifying.