Rebekah sighed, fingers still twisting around the loose thread. "Caroline likes to pretend her motivations are so much better, but at the heart of it? Just the same. Her survival, the survival of her friends. Because we're the big, bad Originals and when we hurt others to protect ourselves, it's evil and wrong, but when they do it, it's noble and heroic." That, right there, was Rebekah's biggest issue with all of them from Mystic Falls. The way they would do the same things and yet be praised, while the Mikaelsons were vilified. It was hypocrisy, pure and simple. And she hated it.
"Nik claims it was because he knew they, the people who captured us, wouldn't be able to kill me, so he left me there to buy him time to save Caroline. But I don't know." Her face twisted with doubts and those she hated so much. "Maybe he knew what I was going to be dealing with there, maybe he knew for a fact there was nothing to do with the White Oak, no trace of the ashes or anything." But she doubted it. Nik had been rather busy being put into Tyler's body after all.
Rebekah saw the way Kol's hands fisted up, and she shifted her own to brush her fingers over his, trying to soothe him into relaxing again. "How long, do you reckon? Until Elijah and Nik are fighting again and Katherine and Caroline become all they care about?" There was a hint of bitterness in her tone. Because ultimately, would anything she or Kol have to say make a difference there? Rebekah doubted it. She loved her brothers, all three of them, but sometimes they could really hurt her.