âRelax. Nobodyâs here to âendâ anybody. Even if I could kill Klaus, which â canât. Only white oak left was on that Scythe and I tore it off years ago. Gave it to Elijah, so there goes that brilliant theory. The hell do I want Klaus dead for? I kill him, maybe I kill Stefan, too. Or Marcel. Offing my buds? Not exactly high on my to-do list.âÂ
This isnât the relaxing evening of patching wounds and cleaning weapons she was hoping for. Faith finally lets her gym bag drop inside the room and climbs the rest of the way through Elijahâs window, rain-soaked and a little bloody, âIf you come here to scare me straight, send me runninâ for the hills? Psh. Youâre wasting your time. Itâs already forever so you best get used to me, Girlfriend.â
âGood luck convincing Niklaus of that. Now if youâd kindly shut up, youâd soon realize Iâm here on another brotherâs behalf.â
âFor over a thousand years, Elijahâs put the needs of others before his own. For reasons beyond my comprehension, heâs chosen to end that cycle with you. Now Iâd love nothing more than to vomit as I watch the two of you hold hands and ride off into the sunset, but the only reward anyone ever gets for loving an Original is suffering and death. A burden Iâm all too familiar with.â
âKlaus thinks youâre dangerous, and whilst that may unnerve him, your lifeâs the one heâs currently placing bets on. See, unlike us, love, youâre not exactly invincible.â Although her attitude certainly begs to differ.