"Because we're older, stronger, it's harder to kill us," Rebekah murmured. "Makes us the bad ones. When all we've done is protect our family. That's all we've ever wanted, isn't it? It's all I've wanted." To be loved. By her brothers, since their parents never could love them. Yes, Nik was difficult to handle, but even so.
"He's blinded, and he gets angry when I show that I'm upset. So I destroyed the rest of Elena's blood." That was his way, Nik's temper was legendary and Rebekah had been on the receiving end more than a few times, had him screaming in her face, smacking her down. And yet she loved him unconditionally anyway, even after everything. "Sometimes I wonder if he does care. Ever. He disowned me after that, did you know that? Told me I was nothing to him." Words that still stung.
"But there's still you and me, right?" She shifted her head to look at her brother, the closest to her age, almost her twin when they were children. "Even when those two go off on their rants, we've got each other?"