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Rebekah’s expression morphs from frustrated concern to something more steely– something Rebekah is usually incapable of unless a circumstance like this comes around. If she’d heard this information from anyone else, she’d kill them for making up such a joke. But from Edric, she knows it to be true instantly. And though she knows few of the details, she’s already accepting the amount of murder she’s willing to commit to wipe that blasted tree from the face of the earth should any person, sect, or army stand in her way. The mug she holds between both of her hands threatens to break in her grasp. With each passing second, her breaths become more shallow. No matter if her family’s finally together, all of it can be ripped from her if Edric’s suspicions are true. The news alone of the possible existence of another white oak tree could be enough to tear them apart with the rising Mikaelson paranoia. “Tell me you know where I can find this tree so I can burn it down and throw the ashes in the ocean, Edric. Better yet, tell me that I haven’t spent a thousand years wandering the same earth where a white oak tree grows freely without me being aware.” Throughout their centuries-long, on and off again, turbulent relationship, they’ve had far more pleasant reunions than this.
