[He's a cannibal. Having the truth laid out so starkly where it can't be ignored any more makes Kurt's ears roar, the same grey that covers his sight when he remembers too clearly how little Charles had died threatens the corners of it now.
Kurt forces himself to draw in a slow breath (when had he stopped breathing?) and close his eyes. With Sascha's head where it is, keeping them open won't stop the man from tearing out his throat.] So. [He swallows hard.] Why did you come looking for me?
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Kurt forces himself to draw in a slow breath (when had he stopped breathing?) and close his eyes. With Sascha's head where it is, keeping them open won't stop the man from tearing out his throat.] So. [He swallows hard.] Why did you come looking for me?