Kol was stubborn. Fine. Lexi was worse, and this was not the first time she'd played this game. That of course had been her best friend in the world and she'd had to detox him as well thanks to this guy's brother, and apparently it had happened again after her death.
Kol wasn't a ripper. Which actually in many ways disurbed her more than if he had been. It was very possible he was just for real crazy. Or it was the undefinable Mikaelson charm. Might love you, might hate you, either way they're dangerous. And Kol...yeah. It had been a long week and the younger vampire was exhausted much as she wasn't going to let the Original see that. He'd use it, as a belief that she'd eventually give up. Not that he cared if she did or didn't. Not really. Not yet. She'd talked to him, she'd talked about Crowley, she'd talked about his family, all of them, she'd mentioned the daggers, she'd mentioned everything she knew that might get an emotion out of him and then...well then she'd gone for the easiest emotion.
She was making him hate her.
She'd starved him of blood, she'd been cruel. Crueller than she liked being. It wasn't her. But in this instance it had to be. And then of course there had been the never ending loop of pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. Nearly a full day she'd lasted before she decided he'd had enough.
And now, now it was back to the talking. She leaned against the near wall of the room, back and one foot balancing her there.
"I know I'm gonna tip the scales. What happened to you was awful, but what it was, what it actually was, it was a loss of control. And sometimes I think its not just Klaus that needs that so desperately. I think maybe its all of you. I think its important to you all, independance, freedom. That demon took it away didn't it. And then it took the last thing that makes you you. Come on, its not you, not really. We are our emotions Kol, even you. The good, the bad, the entirely messy ugly ones we don't want. Without them we're shells. Without them, we're nothing."