A small annoyed growl. "You are doing the same thing Crichton does." A handwave. "Where he gets more upset about my family than I am." Not exactly, just the American externalization of it, instead of Nobunaga's deeply fucked up internalized and ignoring it. As if it didn't exist, and didn't matter. "My dream is not for the cultists at all, Klaus. They wanted people to literally starve. I killed them, and I don't regret it." He can't figure it out. Why Crichton and Klaus get sad over him and insist he's good. He's not.

"Klaus... why are you worried about that version of you?" a head tilt. "That version has your brothers. Surely they will figure it out together. This version of you has me. You don't need to think about things for that version to do. That version has more than enough to deal with the world resetting, does he not? I meant this version. This is the only version I care about. I want this version of you to be your happiest possible." Another irritated huff. "But I must be doing a bad job of it. I wanted you to know you're not that terrible, and I made you sad and I don't understand how." He's trying not to be growly about it, but he's definitely an angry kitten all bristly and fur on end.