Not particularly, no. Never been fond of that entire āshow what you gotā thing.
Why not? The rest of the world is always desperate to tear your down, why not celebrate yourself? Modesty isn't as charming as you'd think.

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Not particularly, no. Never been fond of that entire āshow what you gotā thing.
Why not? The rest of the world is always desperate to tear your down, why not celebrate yourself? Modesty isn't as charming as you'd think.
Iām sorry, I was just trying to be nice.
There's no need to apologise, sweetheart.
I think that kind of thing sticks with you for life. Nice landing.Ā
You mean that I'll be this good looking and athletic forever? What a burden.
I couldnāt have possibly done anything to offend you in the seconds that Iāve just seen you⦠what did I doĀ now Rebekah?
Did it ever occur to you it that could be something that you haven't done?
"Well⦠I donāt need to be able to do that. As long as someone does that in front of me, Iāll be fineā¦
You're a pig, Damon.
They teach you that in Dauntless?Ā
I certainly was.Ā
And why would I evenĀ want to do that?Ā
There's some jokeĀ in thereĀ about spreading your legs and laying on your back, but I'll let you puzzle the pieces together. I'm sure your brain could use the workout.Ā
I guess youāre kinda reaching it.
Careful, Donovan. You'll make a girl swoon.Ā
Uhh, what do you think youāre doing?
At this precise second?
I'm looking at an idiot.Ā
You know, that looks pretty damn impressive.
Of course it was darling, I was bred for perfection.Ā
O, please⦠the annoying habit of showing off hasnāt been forgotten that easily either, I seeā¦
You're just jealous that you can't land a perfect triple flip like I can.Ā
What is it with everyone showing tricks today??
What's the matter darling, don't you have anything special talent to share with the class?Ā
It seems that Dauntless training isnāt as easy to forget as I assumed.Ā
"Oh.. youāre Elijahās sister?" her eyes widened slightly with surprise. She had heard a little bit about her, but never actually met Rebekah. She swallowed hard and looked around, not quite sure of what to say or do. "So.. err.. youāre not really supposed to be in here.. what exactly are you trying to do?"
Rebekah flinched at Elijah's name; she had thought the days of being defined by her brothers was through, but even now it seemed that she could not escape them. Slowly, she drew her eyes away from the page to gaze upon the girl before her, she fixed a smile into place and spoke with a honeyed tone.
"You know my brother?" Elijah had a thing for lost causes and broken things, if one of his little projects had discovered her rummaging through old Erudite reports it would not end pretty for Rebekah. She should be careful. "Research," she said nonchalantly, flicking through the papers and carefully hiding what she had been reading with a more innocuous report. "I intend to bring the concern of Factionless healthcare to the counsel, so I was looking at medical records, hospital treatments, doctors recommendations, things of that ilk."
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Eleanoraās eyes blinked out of surprise and she nodded slowly, using her now free hand to close the door while bringing the other ice cream up to her lips, licking it slowly. āWho are you?ā she eventually asks.
Once the young woman had shut the door, Rebekah returned her attention to her investigation. "Rebekah Mikaelson," she answered, not bothering to lift her gaze from the paperwork she had discovered.
Yes, they do. Like my habit of trusting my faction.
You know that would be impossible.
Of course. After all, it's Faction Over Blood, isn't it?
A shame. It would have been like a slumber party; we could have braided each other's hair, had midnight pillow fights, exchanged dirty little secrets.