March 12, 2014 | 0 Comments
Marcel: Your brothers came to town like they own the place, like they own me. They took my home, my people, everything. I can’t just run…
Marcel: Your brothers came to town like they own the place, like they own me. They took my home, my people, everything. I can’t just run…
Klaus: [to Elijah] Nicely done, brother. You’re beginning to sound like me. I’m impressed.
Klaus: What is it you want, Rebekah? Rebekah: The same things I’ve wanted since I was a child. I want a home. I want a family. I want…
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…
Klaus: You said our father ruined us, and I can’t help but wonder, what if his father ruined him?
Rebekah: Centuries later, each of us is broken. You with your anger and paranoia. Me with my fear of abandonment. And poor Elijah. He…
Klaus: I love my family. You, Elijah. I loved all of you. I know I can be difficult, but I did not make myself this way. It was Mikael…
Rebekah: You’re insane. Klaus: YES. YES. I am a vicious, heartless monster…
Klaus: You look at me and you see everything you abhor in yourself. Sure, you dress it up with your fancy suits and your handkerchiefs….
Rebekah: [to Marcel] You know, I never much thought about dying. One of the perks of being immortal I guess. What an odd thing it is to…