Ah yes, the sister. A vampire little more than a number of days before she'd been killed. So new to it all and it was oh so obvious. And yet Matt had continued on, fighting alongside her murderers. Very brotherly love. "Lapis, enchanted by a witch of enough power blessed by the spirits. I'm not sure its going to be able to be done here. At least not easily. Daylight rings aren't the right of just anyone so they say, a witch will make you earn it. Or you know, with the right application of persuasion they become pretty compliant. If you want your dear sister to go to college you best pray for a Bennett."
As to the painting, Klaus had to admit he was impressed, in some ways they were both right in their insights. They were both able to see what he of course already knew having seen the works of Kirchner before, and knowing his history. He'd always admired the work of this man.
"He did fight in world war one, and yes it very much was a real place he's painting. But he didn't do so well in the war, took a nervous breakdown, wound up in a sanitarium to recover. He painted this afterward. So in a way Caroline he was striving for peace of mind. Because where did one find solace from a war that did so much damage to Europe. Where could one hide but behind walls designed to keep people hidden." He'd stepped up to her side, the other side of Matt more to point to a specific part of the painting. "The landscape, the colours, they're eclipsing the little town. The mountains are oppressive, the fence, enclosing it. Clausterphobic almost. This was not a happy time for him. And that was before the Germans decided he was a devient."
He knew she enjoyed it. The history, the stories behind it all. And there was so much more he could tell her, show her. If only she would let herself listen. Really listen.