“Relax. Nobody’s here to ‘end’ anybody. Even if I could kill Klaus, which — can’t. Only white oak left was on that Scythe and I tore it off years ago. Gave it to Elijah, so there goes that brilliant theory. The hell do I want Klaus dead for? I kill him, maybe I kill Stefan, too. Or Marcel. Offing my buds? Not exactly high on my to-do list.”
This isn’t the relaxing evening of patching wounds and cleaning weapons she was hoping for. Faith finally lets her gym bag drop inside the room and climbs the rest of the way through Elijah’s window, rain-soaked and a little bloody, “If you come here to scare me straight, send me runnin’ for the hills? Psh. You’re wasting your time. It’s already forever so you best get used to me, Girlfriend.”
“Good luck convincing Niklaus of that. Now if you’d kindly shut up, you’d soon realize I’m here on another brother’s behalf.”
“For over a thousand years, Elijah’s put the needs of others before his own. For reasons beyond my comprehension, he’s chosen to end that cycle with you. Now I’d love nothing more than to vomit as I watch the two of you hold hands and ride off into the sunset, but the only reward anyone ever gets for loving an Original is suffering and death. A burden I’m all too familiar with.”
“Klaus thinks you’re dangerous, and whilst that may unnerve him, your life’s the one he’s currently placing bets on. See, unlike us, love, you’re not exactly invincible.” Although her attitude certainly begs to differ.