That look in her eyes. The one look he could never abide, not from anyone, even as she scooted back away from him, Klaus got to his feet. He was not going to sit here and be pitied. He was not someone to be pitied. She called him a paranoid control freak and he knew on some level he needed to control his surroundings. Caroline perhaps picked her battles, but she didn't go against him, she didn't try to change him. Is that what Rebekah wanted, a different him, a changed him. He couldn't do that, not even for the sister that had braved hell for him.
"Don't, don't you give me that look. I won't have that from you." He knew what she'd done for him, and he knew what she truly believed of him, that he with his controlling ways and willingness to hunt down those that offended him was more Mikael's son than any of those who actually shared that man's blood.
"All I've ever done is try to keep you safe, with me. Marcel, Alexander, even Stefan, they're not worthy of you. And so I did what I had to do, call me a monster for it if you like but don't you pity me."
He still wanted to comfort her, she hadn't slept, she looked like hell, she was broken, broken in so many ways and yet he couldn't quite bring himself to overlook the things she'd said about him. It was in her best interests, everything he did. He cared for his sister deeply, for all of his family, yes but Rebekah was his constant. Was he really pushing her away?
She said she had the instinct still, him ripping out her heart. Always him, never Kol, never Elijah, never even their father. Always him.
"Is there anything left about me you don't despise? I came here to talk to you, hopefully to help you and yet you look at me with pity. Is there any point any longer?"