[ The cold eyes that look at him don't waver. What does Klavier know about the truth, wrapped in the comfortable world of the familiar? Of lies? He doesn't know the skeletons still in the family closet--why they're eight years apart. Why their parents hate each other and can barely stand him. Surely he'd noticed? But no, why would he? He was too busy following the unfavorite like a lost little puppy. ]
You want to know... The truth?
[ There's a dark chuckle. And the smile that slides across his features is a dangerous one. ]
...Are you sure you want to really look at the truth, Klavier?
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[ The cold eyes that look at him don't waver. What does Klavier know about the truth, wrapped in the comfortable world of the familiar? Of lies? He doesn't know the skeletons still in the family closet--why they're eight years apart. Why their parents hate each other and can barely stand him. Surely he'd noticed? But no, why would he? He was too busy following the unfavorite like a lost little puppy. ]
You want to know... The truth?
[ There's a dark chuckle. And the smile that slides across his features is a dangerous one. ]
...Are you sure you want to really look at the truth, Klavier?