Thinking about his parents brought up a lot of things Klaus didn't think were wise to think about. Not in this place, not while he was being a lot calmer than usual. For her, and for ungrateful siblings who continued to dance between friendship and utter hatred. "I thought about her. On the other side. Watching. Everything I did, I thought, she'll watch this, she'll witness every kill, every depravity we committed and she'd know that it was her fault. Told her as much when I killed her, both times as it happens."
Henrik should run, from all of it. No wonder he didn't want to get involved with a family that had changed so much. Klaus regretted nothing he'd done since he'd become a vampire, and later a hybrid. He admitted to his actions freely. But before that, before, he regretted so much.
"I'll get what I can for him. And if the others want to come here then they may. Perhaps going back, it won't be the best idea. That place, the arguments, its what started this whole mess, we should have noticed him ill but we were too busy arguing. They'll use it against me, you know that? He was with me and he became ill."
The other house meant less now than it should have. He'd had plans in Lawrence too, just as he'd had in Mystic Falls. All of them united. It was ridiculous to consider the possibility.
"Depends on the decade I suppose. Seems he took the city when we ran from Mikael."