Bonnie never would have said it quite the way that Kol was, so...bluntly and well...negative towards the ancestors spirits. She knew that she was supposed to respect them, and she had. She'd listened to them. But she had overstepped her boundaries and they had taken away from her one of the things that had come to mean the most. So, she couldn't even say that he was being unfair....or untrue. "I was against some of the things that I did for them, yes." Bonnie confirmed his question, realizing that he knew, just by the way that he asked the question, as if he were reaffirming it.
Bonnie didn't like the way that he was catching on to what was underneath the surface. She hadn't bothered asking, no, but she had trusted him. He'd taken a position that her grandmother had held....and she'd been naive and stupid. Bonnie could feel her defenses starting to rise at the judgement in his voice; the former semi relaxed position she had changed as she planted both of her feet back onto the ground, giving him a look. It wasn't an outright glare, but it wouldn't be inaccurate to call it a bitchface either. She was getting angry. It'd be a lie to say that she wasn't. What gave Kol Mikaelson the right to judge her, and she definitely felt as if she were being judged. "I thought I could trust him. And the way that he offered it made it seem harmless."
Her voice betrayed her emotion. And if he hadn't caught on by that, then the wind picking up and blowing the air about around them definitely did. Several leaves came falling from the trees around them, flying free. There was a thought, somewhere in the back of her head, that she couldn't place, unsure of it's origins....the thought reminded her that she didn't need this. She didn't need his help. She had magic. She could do whatever she wanted. And it was the mixture of a leaf flying into her, as well as realizing that she could easily cause an original pain, afterall, she'd done it before....that brought her back down to earth, scaring her more than anything else.
Her heart began to pick up, fear hitting her. This was one of the quicker times that she had yanked herself back, but...she hadn't been actually doing much yet. The wind had started because of her emotion...and without her actively deciding to use any magic. It was scary. And a big part of her wanted this to be fixed much faster than it was going so far.
"It would have mattered. I wouldn't have done it. Yeah, I'd have thought about it, but I wouldn't have gone through with it!" Despite the fact that her voice was quiet, there was a fierceness behind her voice. She was a good person. She wouldn't have done it. She wasn't sure if she was convincing herself or him, but a big part of her was sure she could have resisted...even if it'd have been hard.
Bonnie leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and raking her fingers up through her hair. He made working through guilt sound so easy, so matter-of-fact because he didn't understand. He didn't feel things the way that a normal person should, Bonnie figured. And rather than get herself worked up about his inability to understand that it wasn't that easy, Bonnie chose to say nothing.