Henrik didn’t believe him. Maybe Klaus never would have killed anyone back then. Or maybe he would have and still triggered the curse, but the rest of them could have taken a stand against Mikael...except that had rarely ever worked before. Even the few times any of them had done so it had never lasted for long. In the end, their father always got what he wanted. The rest of them be damned.
“I don’t care. Daggering people is wrong. No matter how you try to make it right, its still wrong.” There could never be anything good about temporarily killing anyone, especially their siblings, not even to keep them safe. It just didn’t make sense. “You all argue because you hurt each other too much.” He was seeing that more clearly now. He’d known there had been strife between all of them, anyone with eyes could see that, but he hadn’t ever realized just how much pain could be caused in one thousand years.
Maybe trying to be a family was a far fetched dream. How was that ever supposed to happen when there was so much hurt flying back and forth?
He didn’t like that Stefan had taken his siblings but knew there had to be a reason for it even if he didn’t care to find out what it was in that moment. “Who would he tear the world down for if not for Rebekah?” Because Rebekah deserved someone who would do that. Even if Henrik thought his siblings had done enough of the world tearing to last forever.