Henrik did not like the idea of there being three Tatias or the possibility of all of them being around at once. He could not see how any good would come of that. If they were anything like the first he did not think it would end well for anyone. She had seemed to care mostly for her own happiness, dragging both his brothers around, trying to tarnish their bond and ruining their lives. Perhaps she had loved them both, he did not know, but he did not like her version of love.
He stilled at Klaus’ answer to if his parents came, the question about what he would need to do. He wasn’t completely naive. He knew people were frightened of his family, he’d glimpsed conversations here and there of what they had done, of what they had become. He was still reconciling it all with how he had known them, how he still knew them, but one thing that had remained the same was the love they had for him.
It seemed that their parents’ love had not stayed the same. It had turned into hate. It was easy for Henrik to see that for Mikael with how he had treated all of them. But with Esther it was harder. He still loved his mother. But if she was going to try and hurt his siblings…
“You should kill them. If they come here and want to hurt us. You should not let them stand the chance. I am going to learn spells to help incapacitate them.”