The echo of that sentiment reflected back at him, however small, however little fanfare there was in it, makes something swell in his chest, warm and bright and God, he hates that nothing ever goes the way it's supposed to, that they keep getting separated since coming together again for the first time since they all separated almost two decades ago, now.

Five got back to them-- but he was the wrong age because of those miscalculations; They stopped one Apocalypse-- only to get spread out and separated in time away from each other; They stopped another Apocalypse-- only for two of them to end up here, the the others.... who knows where. And Ben. Ben was gone completely now. He had it out that time with Doc, after Five had died shortly after Klaus got here. But it didn't mean he'd processed it all the way. That even when they find their way out of Mathias he'll still be without Ben, just like everyone else all these years.

"We will." Klaus nods, certain of that, even when he has no right to be. Even when he knows he personally won't be part of that.