[yeesh, that was a lot— still kind of is in a sense but klaus isn't deterred. in fact, it makes him more curious; what else is there about v he doesn't know? or had he just given him the entire story all at once here? regardless, for whatever reason v's telling him, he appreciates it, has decided he'll do the same in kind and definitely understands a little better than before.

and if it's any consolation, klaus questions his existence here at least two or three times a week. sometimes, it feels like a dream he'll eventually wake up from, yet whenever he awakens in the same bed, the same room surrounding him, he realizes he's not dreaming.]

Hopefully, it's a good opinion? [please, v, go easy on yourself.

the fingers touching his wrist in return briefly draw his attention, he tilts his head, considers them a long moment then looks right back up at the acerbic response.]

Vergil? [alas, that and ‘sparda’ aren't names he's familiar with.] Hey, give yourself some credit, V. You're here, aren't you? That must count for something, incomplete or not.