"You just don't want to clean up any dead bodies," she retorted, but than she sighed, he was right. Elijah was already right, wasn't he? The practical one, the one who always thought things out, too much clearly.
"I wouldn't take you any other way tonight," she told him softly, "I'm just not use to having family who actually care." She had been on her own for so long, it's why she never felt guilty for the bad things she had done.Like killing off the hybrids, killing the witches, it was always for her family and now for her daughter, who she had to be strong for since she was too young to even understand.
"Hope will never get to know the man he was, she'll only hear about him. The leader who stood up to any form of danger, even when he should have walked away," she let more tears fall as she spoke. "Why was he so stupid, always helping even when he said he was done."