"I can't tell her. I can't tell her that I've watched her die countless times- That I've had to suffer a torturous cycle over and over. She can't know. I can't be the cause of her breaking. Even the strongest of us can't handle that much hurt." Klaus whispered to the hardly living victim in his arms. This had become a habit; talking to his dinner. It made him feel better and he never allowed them to escape with the knowledge. Klaus was sure that the woman in his arms was dead, until she began to speak. Usually he would have simply taken away the remaining life from the human but something caused him to listen. "I don't understand t-this cycle. B-but you must love her. Sometimes t-the best thing to do it tell the truth. She will h-hurt at first but a-at least she will understand." The woman whispered before her breathing ceased and the light from her eyes faded until there was only darkness. Klaus placed his hand on her cheek, his lower lip trembled and a single teardrop fell. "What am I doing? Did I just feel remorse towards a human? Dear God, Caroline is changing me." He glanced towards the corpse. "I don't suppose all humans are as stupid as I believed. I am sorry, love. Wrong place at the wrong time."