Katherine Pierce was a lot of things. Above most, she was a survivor, always had been. And just below that, she was selfish. She was aware of it, she admitted it, owned that part of herself. But sometimes, a person had to think of others. Had to put someone else first. Usually it was family. Or a lover. And that's all he wanted, wasn't it? Elijah wanted her to put him above herself, just once. But she wasn't sure if she really had it in her. Maybe she was everything Klaus had always seen her as, and nothing more. Maybe Elijah was wrong to put his faith, his trust in her at all.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Everything that had come over the last few days had her stressed to a point she hadn't even been aware was possible. Katherine didn't usually care. Didn't stress because she just acted, did what she felt was in her own best interest and moved on, no stress, no regrets. But Elijah... he had a certain affect on her that she just coudn't ignore. What he was asking, though. On the surface, it was so simple. Talk to his siblings. Interact with them. Make nice with them. Just try with them. But beneath that? It was so much more complicated. It was a family that hated her, despised her, and for all the reason in the world. But they were people she was absolutely terrified of. And she just didn't know how to make the efforts he was asking of her. She didn't know if she could.
Katherine had discussed things with Regina. She had freaked out rather badly at her best friend, actually. She was scared. Scared of losing Elijah, but equally scared of trying to talk with his siblings. She felt stuck, like there was no way to win in this situation. Regina had calmed her down, at least a bit, assured her that Elijah loved her. Of course, she also validated some of Katherine's own thoughts. That love is about compromise and acceptance, and that no one would want to continually make ever-failing attempts at a brick wall of negativity.
Elijah was right though. Klaus had extended an olive branch in her direction. Promised not to kill her, took biting her off the table, so long as she proved Elijah was more important. But how could she be expected to trust that? How could she trust anything the man who had been on the hunt for her for centuries said? They were asking her to abandon over five hundred years of fear and paranoia and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to just let go of that. The idea of so much as talking to them, even over the network, was enough to turn her stomach. And actually talking to them in person? That just made her want to run.
But was Elijah not worth the fear? Wasn't he the one she wanted, the one she had vied for? Was it not Elijah who had done everything and then some for her? He treated her like a Queen and how could she not at least do this for him in return? She owed him that. More than that, but at least that. She sank down onto her bed against the pillows, knees drawn up. Why did this have to be so hard?