God, she loved her brother. The way he could make her feel better with one little comment. "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, you're not that bad," she teased. "You never know, you might find yourself some hot thing to entertain you for at least a week and a half. Maybe even two, though that might be talking crazy." At least Kol knew how to really have fun. Not get caught down by love. And some of his conquests had even left him with their heads still attached! She thought. Maybe. Last she'd seen them anyway.
And as much as he could be a cynical bastard when he wanted to be, she loved him all the more for saying it. And possibly even believing it himself, at least that's what Rebekah liked to think. That Kol believed that Nik might actually love them, in his own fucked up way. So she smiled a little up at him, the hope still there in her eyes. Against all her instincts, all her skills at picking up lies. She made herself keep the hope alive. "He does though, right? Love us. I mean, why else would he have carted around our coffins all those years? Even Finn, and he hated him."