Rebekah sighed, her face incredibly sad as she tried to figure out how to explain things to Henrik, how to tell him the truth without shattering his image of his mother. "The magic, the years that passed, so many things, that all went towards her no longer loving us. What she turned us into was an affront to nature, you've studied magic, you probably understand more about that than I do. I think maybe she stopped seeing us as her children any more."
It still hurt, more than words could ever really describe, that the woman who Rebekah had grieved for for a thousand years had hated her so much, had plotted to kill her. But she didn't want to take that memory from Henrik.
"I think when we were all human, when we were children, she did love us. She definitely loved you, and I don't want you to ever forget that, okay? Remember that." She chewed slightly on her lip with an awkward shrug. "The future has some good parts too. Stefan, for example."