"You can hardly fault him for the sins of our parents," he replied grimly. He knew his brothers and sisters as well as he was fond of them. The reason for Contessa's dislike of their half-brother, most of all, had never been less than obvious, yet knowledge did not always coincide with understanding. Perhaps if they had not been so quick to reject Niklaus first, none of this ever need have happened. The memories were fresh still in his mind of the time when they had been human; whoever had first coined the term 'blood is thicker than water' had only to lay eyes upon them to be inspired by such words.
What did it matter where somebody had come from? He could never accept or comprehend why the life they had shared together as a family could be made undone at the seams by a single revelation—and he remembered hoping that the day would never arrive when he could. Half or not, Klaus was their brother. Always been, always will be, even to the day that one killed the other.