Klaus walked into the graveyard, looking down at one of the graves, mumbling something. Whatever it was that he said set him into a small fit of rage, kicking the gravestone, which cracked and crumbled onto the ground
Kaz: I forgive you. But I think in return for disturbing me from my solitude, you owe me an answer to the question of my choosing. So I ask: What did that gravestone ever did to you?
Kaz: No, it's an intriguing one. You could have taken your anger out on anything. Any gravestone, any object in this graveyard. And yet you chose that one. And not only that, you read it first. Something about it must have upset you. I just want to know what.
