[center] Clara hadn't been entirely sure what sort of reaction that she would receive from the younger male. Clearly he seemed distraught, maybe more than he would have liked to have admitted. She was very familiar with that sense of inner turmoil, the need to do one thing all the while feeling the absolute necessity to run from it. Hell, she'd felt that every single damn day since Kieran had suddenly shown up back into her life. She should have left it alone a long time ago. She should have cut her losses and stopped looking for answers to the questions that overwhelmed her each and waking moment. She should have listened to Christian and found more companionship within him than she'd ever allowed herself. Instead, she'd grown into a bitter woman who'd been scorned, who was unwilling to accept the answers presented to her, and was unwilling to fully forgive someone who, at least minimally, did seem regretful for his mistakes. 

His answers had come shortly after her question, and she'd allowed herself another sip of her wine as she mulled over what he'd said. She almost allowed a small smirk to fall upon her lips as she idly wondered just how to respond to him without sounding so damn cynical all of the time. 

"… Welcome to my world, love." Clara began softly, her bright eyes falling upon the male once more. "Reliving it is only the beginning to healing, you know." Clara continued with a quiet sigh before her attention fell back on the pool ahead of them.  "And perhaps dealing with it is all we can do – He does need to know what happened. Keeping him in the dark isn't necessarily going to fix things – although, I'm probably not the best person to discuss such doubts with." She'd shrugged her shoulders at that moment and again, took another sip of her wine. 

"If you want to ask Wolff his opinion, then that's fine. But it seems as long as he has that crystal – he should be alright. There shouldn't be any lapse in control should he find out what exactly happened, but he really does need to know." 

"Hell, I know I haven't been the best of company as of late, but I could tell him with you, if you'd like." Why she was offering, she really didn't know. The words had come out quicker than she could have thought about them. She owed this boy absolutely nothing, and yet felt the need to protect him like she'd once wanted to be protected. Perhaps it was the fact that they'd been sired by the same man, she wasn't sure. But, she'd placed the offer out there and was unsure he would take it. Even so, she didn't look back at him, afraid of the sudden judgement that might be in his eyes. [/center]
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