...Now they were back full circle. One always claimed the other attacked them first. If the repercussions weren't so serious, this really would seem like some petty children's quarrel, and he likely wouldn't have bothered. An accident... fought back because he had no choice. Self defense. Well, that would make sense, even if it still wasn't good. One didn't normally kill in self defense, but depending on the circumstances and Nigredo's state of mind...
Yes, he could see where this was going. He also could see how a misinterpretation could be at play with these new facts in mind. Of course, that all depended on what exactly Nigredo meant by this idea of Albedo attacking when he 'wasn't himself,' which was admittedly the point that caught Klavier's attention the most.
But before any further elaboration, Nigredo interrupted himself with an absolute, dead serious tone. The proposition took him by surprise. Rubedo? Why especially Rubedo? So far, this seemed like a matter that focused entirely on the two in question. How exactly did the redhead equate in all this? And how bad was this situation that Nigredo actually requested it be kept quiet? Not that it made a difference. Klavier took pride in maintaining his promises of confidentiality, both on and off the job. People only asked such things because they were placing a certain degree of trust in him, and to violate that would be dispicable and unforgiveable. It would take something fairly severe to get him to do so.
He nodded his head and gave him a small reassuring smile; a professional habit that thankfully stuck with him despite the circumstances. "Whatever you say will remain between us. You have my word." He assumed if Nigredo really didn't want to talk about something, he wouldn't. And if he did, he would. Unless Nigredo started getting visibly distressed, Klavier was likely going to plow through this questoning.
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Yes, he could see where this was going. He also could see how a misinterpretation could be at play with these new facts in mind. Of course, that all depended on what exactly Nigredo meant by this idea of Albedo attacking when he 'wasn't himself,' which was admittedly the point that caught Klavier's attention the most.
But before any further elaboration, Nigredo interrupted himself with an absolute, dead serious tone. The proposition took him by surprise. Rubedo? Why especially Rubedo? So far, this seemed like a matter that focused entirely on the two in question. How exactly did the redhead equate in all this? And how bad was this situation that Nigredo actually requested it be kept quiet? Not that it made a difference. Klavier took pride in maintaining his promises of confidentiality, both on and off the job. People only asked such things because they were placing a certain degree of trust in him, and to violate that would be dispicable and unforgiveable. It would take something fairly severe to get him to do so.
He nodded his head and gave him a small reassuring smile; a professional habit that thankfully stuck with him despite the circumstances. "Whatever you say will remain between us. You have my word." He assumed if Nigredo really didn't want to talk about something, he wouldn't. And if he did, he would. Unless Nigredo started getting visibly distressed, Klavier was likely going to plow through this questoning.