Klaus wasn't entirely surprised that she was mad at herself more than him. He knew why and he knew precicely what the worry was. She was scared of losing herself, scared of the allure to darkness he was so fond of mocking her about. In truth though she really was the only one he let see just how deep the scars of what his mother and Mikael had done, what Elijah had aided with, ran. The scars of what Finn had done. All of it added up to create a man who didn't trust, who did not know how to trust. But all the same, she'd gotten into his heart somehow and he loved her for it. Much as he feared it.
"The things I do, the concessions I make. I can't deny that they're for you. Because you deserve to be happy because you deserve to be surrounded by people who care for you and because I need you with me. I do, that's what I still find hard to reconsile with myself. I love you, and I know what that means and it scares me. You understand me, though I'm starting to worry if that scares you."
He would have killed Stefan by now, she was right. And Katherine would have made him hybrids, and he'd have made them already out of the wolves here, the alphas who thought themselves stronger than him.
Murdering puppies though. "Love, even on my worst days I didn't do that so I wouldn't worry just yet. You're not going to become me and you're not going to lose yourself. You're just adapting, to me, to my family, to Lawrence itself? You understand me more than my siblings because there are things I am willing to share with you that in a thousand years I haven't let slip to them. You are that light I wanted around me, a chance for something else, a chance to feel something else. Please don't walk away from that"
He'd said it almost without thinking. Please. Such a simple word but from the mouth of the Original Hybrid almost unheard. But her, oh yes, he'd beg her to stay.