I don't expect your forgiveness. Nor do I want it. [After all, she knows what really happens to Elena back home, what she herself did. She remembers standing on the bridge, watching the car going into the river in order to save her family. She may never tell anyone else about it, but it happened.
Rebekah also doesn't let go. She doesn't know how to. She's lived a thousand years and let go of little, letting everything build inside, fester like an open wound.]
Do you really think it's that easy, that you can just let go?