Miriam's Mental State

"Fuck, that was a close one," Klaus groaned as he forced his eyes open. He was lying in a large room with a huge, comfortable bed. His chest was wrapped in bandages, and his vision was blurry. His eyes felt like they were the heaviest thing in the world.

The pain in his chest and inside his body hit him hard as he slowly adjusted to the light in the room.

"Klaus," a weak voice suddenly called from beside the bed. Klaus knew turning his head would hurt, but hearing such a soft tone from Miriam, the War Goddess, he had to look. Yes, Klaus remembered every detail about everyone, no matter how small.

His brain and his skills as a Universal Enigma made it impossible for him to forget. Even if he didn't want to remember, his mind would hold onto everything. So when he heard her weak voice, he couldn't ignore it. There she was—Miriam, the emotionless, ruthless War Goddess, weeping like a baby.