"What are you talking about?" Klaus lets go of Ben to lift his shirt and give it a sniff. It mostly smells like laundry soap, and okay, maybe a little like sex, but he was at Obi-Wan's earlier, so that makes sense. "I smell like fresh linen and jasmine, you philistine."

Ben can smell again. He has senses and a body and a beating heart. He's alive.

"I know. I know you should," Klaus tells him sincerely, reaching out to grip Ben's shoulder. If anyone deserved peace after being dragged around for seventeen years of Klaus's bullshit, it's Ben. But maybe this is something better.

"How long have you been here? In Darrow?" Klaus asks, trying to figure out how best to explain it. "None of us are dead. It's like an alternate dimension. It's a powerful place, though. Powerful enough to create life, it looks like."