Oh they would. They'd use it, they'd find a way to use it and somehow it wouldn't be about Henrik anymore. It would be about them, and their anger at him. Klaus was tired of it, tired of being the one they blamed no matter what the cause and frankly he wasn't about to sit around just so that he could eventually be blamed again. He knew this cycle, and usually he really did just solve it with a few well placed daggers and go back about his usual business. But not here, not in this city with its treaties and laws. Oh no. This city would not 'allow' it.
And oh how he despised that word.
"You're still young, you don't know them as well as you think you do. Ultimately my siblings, and yes, me too, are petty, self absorbed narcissists. It stopped being about Henrik the second they found something they could use against me, or the second Rebekah came back from hell with more trauma than anyone else could know, trauma far beyond what anyone else could have suffered. Or when Kol takes up with someone who may potentially blow up a dimension."
Klaus shook his head.
"If I got what I wanted, I'd go, take you, take Henrik and leave. Perhaps I can't leave the world but I can leave this blasted city and its memories behind. Perhaps New Orleans? Perhaps we can build again. But then I think about Henrik, and his family, and you, and your friends. And I know I'm as stuck here as anyone. But right now love, right now I despise this place and rather regret not letting Lucifer kick about a bit longer to see it go to dust."
She'd stay with him, and he knew that now, and she didn't think he was a saint, far from it. She knew all there was to know about him and yet she was still here, choosing to be with him.
"We'll look for somewhere else." he finally added, in a more defeated tone than usual