At least he understood those parts of it. Rebekah didn't see the point in claiming anything different. "I am still angry. Angry for what you did to Stefan, angry for the things you said to me before the battle. I think telling me to go and screw Khan or Solo pissed me off the most." She still wasn't okay with that, wasn't okay with being so dismissed as a slut with no brains. "You told me I wouldn't be good enough, and it seems you were right, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to be told that by my own brother." Oh, how it had stung. So much.
"But I don't regret saving you. And I'd do it again. I don't know why you don't see it, I guess because it's not something you'd ever do, and I know that. Of all the things I'm angry about, that's actually not one of them." She had long accepted that Nik would value his own life above that of her and their brothers'. "I'd die for you, and for them."
Rebekah actually shuddered at the idea of witches. "I'm having enough trouble distinguishing reality from nightmares, I do not want anyone going into my head and messing around in there. It's just not happening." Kol might trust witches, but Rebekah, honestly, did not. She drew in a ragged breath, one shaking hand brushing odd strands of hair from her face. "I just want to be me again and I don't know if that can ever happen. I want to be the woman Stefan fell in love with. And maybe I don't need to be forgiven, but it feels like I do."