Centuries later, each of us is broken. You with your anger and paranoia. Me with my fear of abandonment. And poor Elijah. He dedicates himself to everyone but himself. We are the strongest creatures in the world and yet we are damaged beyond repair. We live without hope, but we will never die. We are the definition of "cursed," always and forever.
Rebekah: I know you hate me, but what's done is done. Klaus: What's done is never done. It remains within us, the story we tell ourselves so we know who we are. A vicious father, a bastard son, and the sister who betrayed him. Perhaps it's time for a new story.