“And how many times will I get hurt before then? Niklaus, I am TIRED of being hurt all the time. It would simply be better if I could close myself off from it all.” From love, pain, anger, sadness, all of it. IMPOSSIBLE; for Original Vampires but wouldn’t it be so much better for him? To not care as deeply as he did? It was his FAILING TRAIT. He shut his eyes. “You forced me to watch as you made her kill herself.” A quiet whisper, and oh how that had been a source of anger for so long; but right now he was too tired to be angry anymore. He was too tired for anything. It had been Elijah’s own fault anyway; it always was. “What if we could find another choice for them; one where they can have all they want - and we won’t lose them.” He didn’t know what that choice could possibly be; but there had to be SOMETHING.
There was nothing Klaus could say that would bring his brother solace. Not a damn thing, despite the years that Elijah had been doing exactly that for him. The years hadn’t been kind to any of them. ❝ Brother, you need to find the joy in your immortality again. Like when we were young. The fun we had. ❞ Reminiscing seemed silly but perhaps it could bring something forward in his brother. ❝ Do you truly believe that Rebekah would trade her chance at a human life, a family of her own simply because we asked it of her? ❞ He knew she would, which was why he wouldn’t be the one to ask her. She was loyal to her family, as they all were. ❝ If you’re looking for a life purpose I have nothing to offer you ‘lijah. ❞
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