Oh... [A small frown creases across his features at that comment. He'd never really... understood how it worked. But it seemed, from what he could glean about Klaus and his powers, that ghosts gravitated toward him, followed him. He didn't know much more than that, and it was an easy assumption to go with, that they were stuck with him, since he essentially had one foot in each realm of the living and the dead.
But knowing it wasn't that way. That Ben could move regardless of Klaus... it's different. And weird. Something he hadn't ever really considered at all. Not that he'd had any reason to consider it. Nothing about Ben as a ghost had ever truly concerned him-- he couldn't see him, couldn't hear him... Diego would be lying if he said that he'd never been jealous of Klaus for that power because he got to keep the people he lost.
But as Ben continues, he gets a curious look from his brother, head tilted, eyes squinted for a brief moment before he gives into the instructions and closes his eyes. He imagines as he listens, gives a legitimate try at putting himself in his brother's shoes, multiply that by fourteen years of it-- and he knows it still isn't completely accurate, nothing could be, really, except to experience it himself, but the little exercise still makes his chest tight, his heart sink. How many times had he tried to give his input in that week back home, only to be blown off and ignored, because even if Klaus tried to tell them his input, they all shrugged it off. Why hadn't they believed him? He can't even pinpoint a reason, really. More of the same, lousy treatment they kept handing out to Klaus, apparently.
Finally, he opens his eyes again and levels Ben with a look that's part concern and part understanding-- and all soft, gentle, in the crease across his forehead and around his eyes.]
I never really knew anything about... how it worked, I guess... [There's a pause before he adds-- ] It shouldn't have...all fallen on you, the way it did, but... I'm glad that you were. There for him. [His voice drops quieter, as his gaze sinks down to his fingers.] At least somebody was.
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But knowing it wasn't that way. That Ben could move regardless of Klaus... it's different. And weird. Something he hadn't ever really considered at all. Not that he'd had any reason to consider it. Nothing about Ben as a ghost had ever truly concerned him-- he couldn't see him, couldn't hear him... Diego would be lying if he said that he'd never been jealous of Klaus for that power because he got to keep the people he lost.
But as Ben continues, he gets a curious look from his brother, head tilted, eyes squinted for a brief moment before he gives into the instructions and closes his eyes. He imagines as he listens, gives a legitimate try at putting himself in his brother's shoes, multiply that by fourteen years of it-- and he knows it still isn't completely accurate, nothing could be, really, except to experience it himself, but the little exercise still makes his chest tight, his heart sink. How many times had he tried to give his input in that week back home, only to be blown off and ignored, because even if Klaus tried to tell them his input, they all shrugged it off. Why hadn't they believed him? He can't even pinpoint a reason, really. More of the same, lousy treatment they kept handing out to Klaus, apparently.
Finally, he opens his eyes again and levels Ben with a look that's part concern and part understanding-- and all soft, gentle, in the crease across his forehead and around his eyes.]
I never really knew anything about... how it worked, I guess... [There's a pause before he adds-- ] It shouldn't have...all fallen on you, the way it did, but... I'm glad that you were. There for him. [His voice drops quieter, as his gaze sinks down to his fingers.] At least somebody was.