[Wow, right to it Klaus. Erskine gives him a thin smile.]
A little of both, I suppose. It might be more of both if it weren't broken.
[He shifts his thumb and presses it to the gemstone, and the stone begins to glow. After a moment there appears a third figure in the room with them--just a little taller than Erskine, thin, with red hair and brown eyes and a small, kind smile. He's dressed in old-fashioned clothing, a linen undershirt and trousers, rougly Civil War-era if Klaus would recognize them as such.
Instead of looking at them, however, the hologram begins speaking as if he's talking to someone else, someone that neither Klaus nor Erskine can hear or see.]
That's all it is--old memories. He doesn't see anything. Doesn't talk to me.
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A little of both, I suppose. It might be more of both if it weren't broken.
[He shifts his thumb and presses it to the gemstone, and the stone begins to glow. After a moment there appears a third figure in the room with them--just a little taller than Erskine, thin, with red hair and brown eyes and a small, kind smile. He's dressed in old-fashioned clothing, a linen undershirt and trousers, rougly Civil War-era if Klaus would recognize them as such.
Instead of looking at them, however, the hologram begins speaking as if he's talking to someone else, someone that neither Klaus nor Erskine can hear or see.]
That's all it is--old memories. He doesn't see anything. Doesn't talk to me.