Rebekah hesitated, because Nik had a point. She used her powers all the time, relied on them, and honestly, she wasn't sure how she could get by without them. And as much as she couldn't admit it out loud, the doubt on her face did speak volumes. Since being in Lawrence, even those few short weeks, Rebekah had begun to question a lot. Begun to wonder if her strength was more of a blessing than a curse. She still hadn't made up her mind, but the questions were taking root in her thoughts and weren't letting go quite yet. "I remember." Was all she said out loud, and muttered at that.
Still, she sighed and moved past Nik, to the cabinet where the bourbon was kept, grabbing herself another glass and pouring some for herself before offering the bottle to him. Because, nope, she was not letting this go, not when they were talking honestly for what felt like the first time in years.
"I don't know," she replied sadly and honestly as she moved to sit down on the couch, curling her legs up under her. "I just feel like I'm not complete and I hate it. I have no idea what it is I want, what I need but I know it's something."
She had been surprised by his admission but in a way glad he'd made it. "Okay, aside from the fact that I think you could do better, what are you going to do about her? If you love her then you can't just let it go, Nik. You, big brother, are actually feeling something and that's huge."