Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline
Klaus hadn't quite dropped out of the burning rage that always accompanied giving in to the wolf part of him. The pure fury of the Original Hybrid. So much death surrounded him, so many demons, torn and bloody and broken, perhaps not dead really but definitely devoid of a body and sent back to hell. They weren't the only thing in hell though. And the decidedly dangerous glint in his eyes that most would describe as psychotic told a different story. He had watched her fall, she'd pushed him away, lost her footing on the edge of, what had to be the cage. And his world had begun to crumble. His perfect order. He didn't have control. He couldn't get her back, he couldn't save her. There was nothing he could do, and the neck of an invisible hound he'd smelt rather than seen paid the price for it. The blood that dripped from its wounds was proof of that.
He tried, he tried to reach her but not even he with hybrid speed could reach her. Besides before he even could golden hybrid eyes met his brother Kol's and Kol was blaming him. Of course he was. Why not, why not blame him and not Rebekah's insistence on leading, Khan for putting her in that position. Kol for not getting to her in time. Elijah for not getting to her.
"You told her she was capable of this and look where we are now. You have no idea what just happened and I expect you never will. So I suggest you play the cards you have, go to your demon and get our sister out of there." His voice was low, even, chillingly calm and Kol would know, very very dangerous. Klaus was barely holding on to his emotions. Barely containing the already heightened fury and yes, guilt he felt over this. "Or, you know, you could stand here blaming me, why break the habit of a lifetime little brother."