"Oh I'm sure you do. But what is it you rely on when things get hard? If you were human, no more compulsion, no more banging heads of idiots who offend you against walls. No more power. You'd be weak and you'd be a burden to any you were with not because you were human, but because you would be newly a human with no idea how to live. Do you even remember what it was like? Because I remember. And I rememebr how much I hated that weakness. Would you really go back to it?"
Rebekah had always been flighty, changed her mind as often as she changed her hairstyle. This humanity nonsense admittidly had lasted longer than most but it was inevitible they'd talk her out of it and she'd get over it.
But she had a point, he'd spent a thousand years feeling like he wasn't all he could be. Knowing that his mother had locked a part of him away. A part that lay dormant, leaving him incomplete. Not whole.
"What is it you think you're missing then? A part of you, its a vauge answer. What do you imagine is the true you?"
He tensed without thought as she mentioned his love for Caroline, because he had never quite admitted it to anyone. He'd never denied it but then saying those words, letting himself be that vulnrable. He hated it.
"I am." he said simply, downing the last of the bourbon. "I'm going to need more of this if you're not willing to let this conversation end there. A lot more."