Klaus listens as Nobunaga talks. The way he boasts about it, Klaus thought it was something that everyone called him all the time. But it’s not. They want to nuzzle a little at him, but resist the urge. Like the universe conspiring to make something happen. Still…if it hadn’t happened, Nobunaga would be quite a different person and likely not interested in him. That sounds unpleasant. He feels bad for being relieved in a way that all of it happened because some of it was very terrible and he knows it hurt Nobunaga to live through.

They lift up just a little, using levitation again to kiss the top of his head. “It sounds like you went through a lot and I am sorry the cult couldn’t see that your dream was for all of them, too.”

Klaus affects an innocent look at the complaint. “Well, you were clearly trying to affect my thought processes by talking about choking me, so I had to do something.

“There’s not much point in figuring it out, I guess. There’s just the ship. If we never escape, then it’s just…all pointless. I’m…well, probably worried about me back home. He’s gonna have a lot of shit to figure out and we haven’t learned coping skills or like how to not die well. Maybe sobriety will stick this time. I don’t know.”