[Rebekah thinks briefly of her brother. The way Niklaus could wrap his hands around her throat, call her nothing and then expect her to still follow his lead. Like nothing happened. Like it didn't matter. Like she didn't matter.
He is no longer the brother who stood by her side when they were turned, who once protected her. Somewhere he became the thing she needed protection from.
Some people are beyond redemption, beyond hope. ]
There are always those who can't understand why certain things can't be easily forgiven. Why you can't just go back to the way things were before.