Re: Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
There was no 'supposed'. Supposed was strictly gone, as supposed supposed that someone did not inject, sniff, swallow or otherwise consume chemicals that swallowed up pupils and snuffed out rational thought. Elijah hated the man who flapped and wrapped himself up against the onslaught of reality, in the simple and abrupt way of having to tolerate bad habits all in one go.
"Find another way," he snapped back, his voice thin but sharp like broken glass. "This is awful. Worse than death." Death was merciful, sometimes. Kind, even. Elijah contemplated ghosts that screamed and wrung hands and died for half-a-second and compared it to living. All the visceral, glistening, bloody-red of living.