"It matters because I do care, so very sorry if that's suddenly annoying to you." That smirk and the callousness in his tone just brought out her anger, which was in a way better than the broken sadness of moments ago. As much as she hated Mikael, no one could deny that Rebekah Mikaelson got her temper from her father, that fire that burned in her when she was riled up. And no one could really rile her in the same way as Kol.
"Oh really? Because I seem to remember various siblings smacking me around when they did have emotions on, so why the hell should I trust that you're not going to do anything now? You even threatened me with that stake, or did you forget that so quickly?" She hadn't. Forgiven him, yes. Hadn't ever believed he would really kill her, but forgotten the threat? Hell no. Nik had done worse, of course. The daggering all those times, disowning her, snapping her neck when he was in a bad mood. Now, with Kol like this? Who the hell knew what he would do?
"Strangely enough, yeah, I was sort of hoping for a hug," her own response was practically spitting at him. "Guess I should be used to family disappointments by now."