Henrik was really glad he’d been sitting by the time his brother had started to talk because if he hadn’t been he was pretty sure his legs would’ve given out at some point during Klaus’ speech. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, a mix between horror at some of the things that had happened, confusion on how it all could have gotten so bad, and then the biggest emotion of all, the one he’d tried so hard not to deal with, to hide from everyone, guilt.
He couldn’t help feeling it, no matter how hard he tried it was always there, twisting deeply in his gut, reminding him that if only he hadn’t snuck out with Klaus all those years ago that he wouldn’t have died...and none of the horrible things would have happened. Henrik couldn’t contemplate a thousand years of running from Mikael. He knew how hard it was living ten years with the man and seeing the torment he doled out on everyone. He couldn’t comprehend their mother being so cruel to her children, to locking down a part of Klaus. None of it made sense.
He was at a loss for how to reply and he couldn’t look at Klaus, too many emotions playing out in his head, in his body language for him to do anything but stare at the floor. “I shouldn’t have gone with you to see the wolves,” he murmured, voice so low as he continued to stare at the floor. “If I hadn’t gone then none of this would have ever happened.”
Mikael would have still been an awful man and father, but maybe Klaus would have left the village, gotten married, had a family and been away from the man. Esther would still be alive. Rebekah wouldn’t be sick like she was and Kol and Elijah would be okay too. They’d all be a family. Finn.
But the good things would have all been gone too and Henrik didn’t like that either. “You shouldn’t have been cruel. You shouldn’t have put daggers in them and hurt people Bekah loves.” He didn’t really understand the daggers. Obviously his siblings were still alive. Except for Finn but well...it was Finn. He knew what a dagger was and that it should have killed someone but nothing killed his siblings so it was hard to comprehend what that even really meant. “Is that why you don’t like Stefan? Cause she loves him?”