Kol often wondered how things would go for Henrik, once he did come around and become more of an active part of the greater displaced population of Lawrence. Would he be treated badly simply because of them, because of who his family was? Kol sincerely hoped that wasn't the case. He deserved fair treatment on his own merit and none of their own.
He nodded his agreement, slowing to a stop as Elijah leaned against the wall. "I don't know," he said honestly, "We can't." he shrugged. "Not if...we want to ever have hope of escaping the ridiculous notion that we are inherently evil and unbending to change." That was certainly far closer to what he'd really been thinking about than Kol had intended, but he knew Elijah couldn't make those kind of conclusions, not yet at least. And he hoped he could veer the conversation in a more direct way. "It's not that they shouldn't have their plans. They should, just in case. It'd be stupid of them not to, really. But to have them discussed where they can so easily leaked back to us is equally stupid. And blatantly threatening us, soulless husband running amok or not, it's not any better."
"But honestly...our best bet is to leave it alone." He admitted, "If we do anything, anything at all to instigate or draw her out or anything at all, it will be on our heads and she'll be the victim."