[ she sucks in a breath. not elijah. she wouldn't know why jeremy would kill him, why any of them would want to. she feels relief - and indifference that it was kol.
and that feeling is instantly followed by a mix of warring emotions about how she shouldn't, about rebekah and how it must feel to -
she doesn't know. she never wants to know. there are tears warming in her eyes. she abruptly reaches for a serving of some plate she's not paying attention to. ] I used to hate when people said that they were sorry. [ she looks rebekah's way. after her parents died, that's all anyone said.
she's not sorry, but she cares. understands. however much she can. ]