[ Klaus's half-sincere smile fades, replaced with mostly-sincere concern. Shit, is this kid actually dead? Literally turned to dust? That is so fucked up. He's like, what, 15? ]

You...wow, that's pretty terrible. You got our weird moon explosion beat. So he just...murdered you and all these zillions of people?

[ He's not sure how to handle that, or how to handle most serious things, in the end. ]

Hey, you know, this is...really not a great train of thought. There's gotta be something to take your mind off it. The setting here is grim, I know, I know. But dwelling on this dust thing seems...unhealthy.