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.
Elijah: Niklaus, I understand your anger, but I implore you, be better than him. Do what he could not. Demonstrate the grace of mercy rather than this petty cruelty. Klaus: You ask me to show mercy to one who has wronged me? You really don't know me at all, do you, brother?