Nicholas looked at Klaus with eyes that flashed through emotions like lightning illuminating storm clouds—fear, anger, determination, and something deeper that spoke to pain accumulated across lifetimes. He composed himself with visible effort, straightening in his chair as if preparing for battle fought with words rather than weapons.
"Do you know what an apostle is?" Nicholas asked, his voice carefully controlled.
Klaus met his gaze without flinching. "I do."
Nicholas closed his eyes for a moment, and Klaus watched memories play across his features like shadows cast by flickering flame. When Nicholas opened them again, his expression held weight that seemed too heavy for someone so young.
"You are the Gluttony Apostle," Nicholas stated with certainty that carried no room for denial.
