He lets out a brittle bark of a laugh. "Fuck no! I don't want to go to the most haunted places in the world, dude. These aren't the friendly Casper kinda ghosts, okay, they're fucking terrifying. Blood-soaked, wounds on display... I was four the first time I really remember seeing one of them-" He presses his palms to his eyes and lets out a soft, frustrated noise. "I never asked for this..." It's an abysmal, miserable murmur of words drowned in agony.

He sinks where he stands, flopping haplessly on his back on the forest floor, staring blankly up at the canopy of trees above him. "He's my brother... he's Korean and a know-it-all brat bookworm... and I can't..." He shakes his head, "I can't do this. I can't do any of this without him..."

The thing is... while the rest of his siblings had been forced to get used to the idea of there only being six of them, Klaus never had. Not really. Ben never really... left. Faced with the utter lack of him, the grief he'd never had a reason to process is slamming into him like a sack of bricks and Klaus is just... not doing so well with any of it.