Rebekah/Klaus
But of course, any time he lashed out, it was always someone elses fault. It might have been sad, that all the times the Cage had made her live this day, over and over, Niklaus had never been happy to see her. Never been grateful for what she did. But then he never was, not ever. Rebekah had spent a thousand years trying to get his love, to be valued by him, and failing every time. He didn't love her. He wasn't capable of it. And now she could see it, clear as day. Never before had she flipped the switch. Oh, people might think she had, the bitch queen that she was capable of being, who had committed acts of manipulation and cruelty, but every time they had been emotionally driven. Sometimes by her pettiness, her anger, but always emotions.
Now, none of that mattered. And she could look at her brother with utter dispassion. He wasn't worth all that effort, all that pain. Even now, even after she had gone to Hell for him, he couldn't even offer kindness.
"The great hybrid, who can do no wrong," she murmured, looking at him as though seeing him for the first time. "Who only dishes out pain and punishment when all of us so beneath you deserve it." It was pathetic really. If she were still capable of it, Rebekah wondered if she might pity him.
"I don't follow your orders any more, I don't follow you. I'm leaving." And with that, she turned her back on him, a couple of steps at a normal speed before she gathered the strength to whisk off at full vampire pace. Yes, he could probably catch her, if he wanted, definitely track her. But she was counting on him being too surprised that she had actually defied him to follow her.