She couldnât believe her motherâs words, the audacity she had to look Rebekah in her face and judge her like that, after everything. âYou speak to me about absolving myself of my sins when youâre here victimizing yourself that all you ever did was for the good of your children? Donât you get that everything is because of you and father, that itâs all your fault? We werenât supposed to become vampires, mother, we were never meant to live like monsters.â the blonde spoke, raising her tone once more; if Esther was good at something, that was making Rebekahâs emotions overtake her. She turned her back for a quick moment, wiping away the few tears that escaped her eyes before returning to the previous position, continuing to speak. âAnd donât you dare judge me for what I did to Niklaus. I was terrified he would never accept me and Marcel being together and I did what I had to do, for love. Yet thatâs something I will have to live with for the rest of my life, regretting my decision of calling father. And I will be forever indebted to Niklaus for forgiving me; and if anything, we are now equal due to all those years he kept me daggered in a box, over and over again. But that is none of your concern, thatâs mine and Nikâs problem.â another tear rolled down her cheeks, forcing Rebekah to take a seat in order to calm down before sheâd actually explode for good; Estherâs calmness made her furious but Bekah knew her mother and how cold and unfazed she could be at times. After all, she hadnât changed so much from Rebekahâs childhood.
âMother, peace?â her brows raised, arms now crossing over her chest while her boot tapped against the floor, anger building up again. Rebekah knew she had to control herself, only to not give Esther the satisfaction of seeing her like that; she took a deep breath before speaking again. âPeace? have you ever asked us what we want? How I have always wanted to be human, to have a family of my own.. how all Niklaus wanted was to be with his daughter, to see her grow and be at her side, how Elijah wanted to live happily next to Hayley, Kol with Davina and Freya with Keelin? We all want to lead a normal life, together with our family. But weâve been cursed, from the beginning. So donât think, not even for a second that you, of all Mikaelsons, could have such a life. Because no matter where youâll go, chaos and death will follow. Youâll be hunted by your past just like the rest of us, mother. â
âSo you understand what it is like to fear for the ones you love? To wake up every day and worry that your sibling might swoop into your life and steal all that you held dear?â Esther let her words sink in, âThe werewolves were a convenient excuse but I could think of no other way to protect you from my sisterâs wrath. If not for my spell, she would have come for your children and what chance would you stand against her? Even Kol, with all his cunning and magical prowess, was nothing compared to what she could do. Believe me: I cast my spell only after I was certain that our family would not be able to fight her off.â She moved slowly, handing Rebekah a tissue. âIt is a decision I regret. But if we went back in time, I cannot say I wouldnât do it again.
âMy past? My past is dead, Rebekah. Dahlia found peace. Ansel met his end. My parents never made it to the other side.â Esther looked suddenly vulnerable, âThe only past I have left are you; my children. If none of you want anything to do with me, what could possibly haunt me?â She rose to her feet and turned her back on Rebekah, dabbing one eye dry when she was sure her daughter couldnât see her. âFor what little it is worth, I do not hate what youâve become any more. I loathe the death and blood that you spill so easily,â She turned to face Rebekah. âBut I find in pride in knowing you used your skills to save the innocent - like the casket girls, and seeing you fight against my sister brought back memories of the girl I knew... All those years ago.â