"Yeah, they've said that much and then some," Bo admitted, relaxing into the seat. Well, as much as you could on a park bench that desperately needed a new coat of paint.
Other than having some severely sociopathic tendencies, Bo honestly felt bad for Klaus. She didn't pity him, no that was a different feeling, but she definitely empathized. He probably could have killed her five or six times by now, but he hadn't. He hadn't even told her to get lost. And he was obviously confused by her being here, and that confusion was making him even more paranoid.
"Honestly?" she said, turning to face Klaus, one arm draped over the back of the bench. "With as horrible as everyone has made you out to be, I wanted to see for myself if you really were." She was starting to think, though, that he wasn't as awful as he and everyone else made him out to be. Yes, he did horrible things, but it felt more and more like that was an act. Or, you know, not an act, but a facade, meant to protect him from... something. She wasn't sure what yet.