Forty miles was a distance they could cover in mere minutes, so Rebekah shrugged with agreement. "Ready to run whenever you are" Even if she would be slower than him. Already her mind was working on her excuse for that.
"You know what keeps on getting at me?" She abruptly stopped walking and turned to face him. "Since being here, I haven't killed anyone. I mean hunts, sure, that's different. But the people? The feeding? I let them go, every time. And I know you've been doing the same. Probably Elijah too. Probably not Nik, admittedly, but he never thinks about these things. But you just know the instant Elena starts anything, we'd be the bad guys and accused of all sorts of stuff. No matter what we do, we'll be the ones on the wrong, so what's the point?" That was what grated at her more than anything. That Elena could be considered so perfect, but her, who hadn't killed anyone in a while, would always be the villain.
"Nik can go jump, frankly," her lips twisted in some disgust. "He doesn't know how to actually be supportive when it's not about him."