There he went again, thinking in terms of moves and plans, because that was just how he lived, all the time. Rebekah felt like screaming in frustration at him, at his constant inability to see anything else. "He's your brother, Nik, not some enemy to outwit. Just remember that when you're planning your move." Not that she thought for a second that he actually would.
She was bemused at the idea that he had daggered her to protect her, but she supposed, in his twisted mind, that time at least it had been for her own good. Of course the fact he had left her there for ninety years and only woken her when he'd wanted something from her, that was another matter.
But he had, at least, been honest with her. It had been a painful honesty, but even so. "I wouldn't expect any different from you." Sad, but true. In many ways, Rebekah was also incredibly selfish, and she did take things from her brother out of spite, Elena's blood, the cure, hurting Nik had been part of that. But even so, she would die to protect him, to protect Elijah. But that was the difference between them. "Would you still fight for Elijah?" One other thing she needed to know. "Even now?" There was the silent plea in her question, begging him to tell her that things weren't utterly broken between her brothers, that she wouldn't have to choose between them.
"You can back up the threats, you're just choosing not to, you think anyone here is stupid enough to not see that?" She arched an eyebrow as she pointedly asked the question. "And what makes you think for a second that I'm not furious with him too? He put that little tramp before us. I fully plan on yelling at him for that, as much as I am at you."