Klaus and me.

Here in the garden of bones, I find you. You...the only one who is a witness to my suffering. Take my hand. Embrace me with your cold, dead arms; and I’ll catch your tears as you hold me safe against your unbeating heart.

In this secret yard of ash, we are pinned to one another by anguish. In our twin rage, we share a moment of quietude. Together... our souls sigh.