A/N: Forgive me for this one. I've added literature references to have a stab at making the Gavin's smarter and somehow tried making Kristoph as weird and poetic as he is in the game. It didn't work.

Pairing: Kristoph/ Klavier

Disclaimer: I no longer suck at updating, (for now) however my writing is not CAPCOM material. :(

And holy crap! I had THE best fringe moment earlier. I was just happily walking along to get some lunch as you do, and I notice that my fringe seems to be flying away with itself, which as anyone with a fringe will tell you, is mega annoying. So while I was trying to flatten it down I happened to see my shadow. I looked like I had friggin' Apollo horns! Oh man! It was the best part of my day :D

And special thanks to purplepjs for helping me figure out how to upload again!

Because I can

Klavier wished that when he gazed at his brother through the bars he would have a sense of satisfaction. Satisfaction that he'd done his job and that he'd bested his brother- finally. Or maybe satisfaction was the wrong word? Relief? Calm sense of peace?

He knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that no matter how much he wished he felt a certain way, he'd always feel regret, he'd always feel grief, and he'd always feel as if this was somehow his fault.

"Klavier? Are you going to stand out there all day or come in? You are as useless out there as you are in court."

"Stop it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I- never mind." Klavier mumbled again. He nodded to the guard who let him in.

"What brings you to my somewhat humble abode?" Kristoph asked, calm as ever. As if the time he spent at the brink of insanity never happened. Klavier supposed this was another kind of insanity. Complete calm, even now. Klavier supposed again that the depiction of Jane Eyre's 'Bertha' was like this. On paper she was an animal. She was wild, feral even. In film she had been portrayed by a woman who was had remarkable beauty and calm, adding, if it could, to the underlying insanity. Kristoph would have liked that analogy, Klavier thought, and remembered wistfully a time when he would have mentioned it, only for a conversation.

"Well?"

"You know why I'm here." He said as clear as he could and hated himself because even now Kristoph was in control.

"Ahh. That again?"

"What do you mean 'that again'? What else would I come here for!"

"You tell me, little brother."

"How about you tell me, Kristoph! Why did you do it?"

Kristoph smiled and inspected his nails. "Do what?"

Klavier groaned in frustration. "Why did you kill those people? How could you ruin so many lives?"

"Oh that? Because I am an evil human being."

Klavier slammed his fist on the wall behind him. "That's not good enough!"

"You will never know all the reasons, little bruder. No matter how hard you search, you will never know complete truth when it comes to the fragility of the mind."

"I know what you're doing Kristoph. You're playing with me. But I'm done now. No more games. Just tell me and I won't bother you again."

"You really care to know?" He asked, pushing up his glasses and smirking at the uncontrollable anger and desperation in Klavier's eyes. "You really should work on your poker face."

"Stop stalling and just tell me!" Klavier exploded.

Kristoph smiled and shook his head. This was too easy. Too fun.

"Why I did it? How I could ruin so many lives? How I can still seemingly not care about what I've done?"

Klavier waited silently. Painstakingly.

"Because I can."

Boom. Another one done.