They say the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again. So as time moves along we get lost in distractions, act out in frustration, react with aggression, give in to anger, and all the while we plot and plan as we wait to grow stronger, and before we know it, the time passes. We are healed. Ready to begin anew.
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.