Feeling oddly satisfied with his monologue, Klaus fell into silence.
He wasn't quite sure why he'd started talking in the first place. It wasn't like him to spill his thoughts so freely, especially not to the empty air.
Did I want someone to hear that? he wondered.
The idea bothered him greatly. What if someone like Adrian had actually responded? Or worse, Seraphim? What would he have said then? Would he have defended his rambling, or brushed it off with some sarcastic quip?
He scowled and shook the thought from his head.
Meaningless.
There was no need to entertain hypotheticals that would never happen. That kind of thinking didn't lead anywhere. Just another spiral of what-ifs and imagined conversations that served no purpose but to clutter his mind.
Klaus exhaled sharply through his nose and leaned back against the stone once more.
The world was quiet again. And he was satisfied with this silence.
Of course, the moment of tranquility didn't last.
