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"It was never about the contract," Klaus' breathing became more harsh. He never knew that talking with a bullet-hole the size of your fist was this hard. Sure, he had been shot plenty of times, hell, even stabbed, but this was a different kind of pain. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was the fact he had to tell his best friend that he loved her even if it's not in a romantic way. He just hopes she understands.
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After the second storming of the Capitol Building, Klaus thinks it's officially time to bug out. He gets his belongings and best friend and heads out west. Maybe one day they can attempt to restore order to the people. Even if they are just teens trying to make it in a world of chaos and even if the order is only restored to a few wayward souls.