Vega sat quietly and calmly, her posture straight, her expression composed. Her parents hardly ever asked her to be serious unless it concerned training or something of grave importance. Whenever they needed her undivided attention, it was always for a matter that could not be taken lightly. And so, she sat before them now, her purple eyes steady and unblinking, waiting patiently for their words.
Klaus and Amara exchanged a brief glance, a silent conversation passing between them. With a subtle nod, each gestured for the other to begin, though neither truly knew how or where to start. The weight of what they needed to say pressed upon them, heavy and difficult to give shape to, yet unavoidable.
For a few moments, silence filled the air like an invisible fog. Then, finally, Klaus drew in a breath, resolved to cut through the hesitation. His voice, calm but firm, carried directly to his daughter without unnecessary preamble.
