Whatever answer he is expecting in that moment, this is making less sense than his hasn't aged a day brother talking about the apocalypse, or Klaus going on about talking to Ben. Except, shit, both of those turned out to be real, and none of it was shit, and that means he has to consider accepting that whatever this shit he's talking about is real.
"There's a fourth option," he says, covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. Not caring how cold his fingers feel, or that his ass is frigid on the ground beside the fountain. He still has yet to realize that his leather and tactical gear is gone. "Fourth option is that my brother fucked up," he says, sighing heavily, a puff of white steam as his breath hits the air. "I'm not accepting that we died. Worked too fucking hard to end up in some twisted ass purgatory," He adds, though his gaze turns sharp, eyes narrowing at the next part.
"Try carrying me and this is going to get ugly quick," he says, shaking his head, but it's enough to make him move to get on his feet, trying to process all of this and finding his mind coming up short. Just because it's all madness, but then so is all of his life as of late.d
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"There's a fourth option," he says, covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. Not caring how cold his fingers feel, or that his ass is frigid on the ground beside the fountain. He still has yet to realize that his leather and tactical gear is gone. "Fourth option is that my brother fucked up," he says, sighing heavily, a puff of white steam as his breath hits the air. "I'm not accepting that we died. Worked too fucking hard to end up in some twisted ass purgatory," He adds, though his gaze turns sharp, eyes narrowing at the next part.
"Try carrying me and this is going to get ugly quick," he says, shaking his head, but it's enough to make him move to get on his feet, trying to process all of this and finding his mind coming up short. Just because it's all madness, but then so is all of his life as of late.d