Any other time, he'd have spun that statement, turned it into a challenge, made her race him, maybe even make a bet out of it, but he simply wasn't in the mood. Not today. He'd taken several steps before he realized Rebekah had actually stopped, and he spun on his heel to look at her. "Mostly...I agree. It's pointless, because everything good or descent we do...people still focus on the negative. And with her...." his jaw clenched and he tried to keep his anger to the low simmer he'd been containing it too and not let it explode. "with her, it'll always be the same fucking story. Every fucking time. And I don't know how we're supposed to just ignore the way it happens. Because, okay...maybe she won't be outright praised here like she was at home for...for what she did," the pauses, the falters in his words, every bit of it due to trying to keep his anger as even as possible because the more he thought about it, the angrier he got and the angrier he got, the less he cared, and the less he cared-- well, then he'd just be reckless. "but they still side with her because she's new and she's upset and confused and been thrown into a new world with new rules she doesn't understand and we...we're what? Nothing now? Because Saint Elena has made her tragically triumphant return and we get treated like shit because we're reacting? And I just....I don't know." Kol let out a sigh, hand shoving through his hair. "I don't know how we're supposed to be okay with any of this and I don't know why we should bother if we're just tossed aside like yesterday's garbage just because she shows up and quivers her lip at everyone about the big bad Originals except... I don't want to deal with it. The repercussions. The containment and the contengencies and...whatever else may be going on behind the scenes because I made a single fucking threat in the sheer purpose of letting her know what I'll do if she comes near me or mine. Which, considering not even a year ago, the little bitch killed me, I think is fucking tame."
Rant over, and he wasn't even sure if half of it made sense, the flow of it was irregular and probably not sound at all, but once he'd started, he just couldn't stop. But now, it was done and his anger, his pain, his panic, his paranoia and every other thing he could possibly feel was building too much and he had to get away, and he had to do it now. "Let's go," he said, glancing over at her, hesitating that fraction of a second, before he disappeared towards the city.