She sits across from Wynonna, some age-worn heaviness weighing down her expression. It was one of the worst nights of her life. Pulling on a string from the past is no light matter, no matter how far removed from it you are. And that's the truth, even as some part of her will always grieve what was lost: Elena is no longer that seventeen-year-old girl recklessly throwing herself into the jaws of death and the big bad wolf.
At the time, it was one and the same.
She was a child then, and she isn't now. Klaus was her enemy then, and he isn't now. That these things are all true - all at once - makes things no less complicated, but they've found an understanding within the tensions that creates.
She'll never forgive him for Jenna, and Klaus will never want to seek or ask for that forgiveness. There is no changing the past, but they can make a choice to leave it where it belongs. Elena is trying to find the best way to put it all to words.
"I can trust that we want the same thing, where we couldn't before. I can trust he is a father before he is a hybrid. He doesn't want my blood anymore, and I..." her voice trails off, a little thick at the edges. "I don't want to keep fighting."
Not where she doesn't have to. She's tired of all this blood.
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She sits across from Wynonna, some age-worn heaviness weighing down her expression. It was one of the worst nights of her life. Pulling on a string from the past is no light matter, no matter how far removed from it you are. And that's the truth, even as some part of her will always grieve what was lost: Elena is no longer that seventeen-year-old girl recklessly throwing herself into the jaws of death and the big bad wolf.
At the time, it was one and the same.
She was a child then, and she isn't now. Klaus was her enemy then, and he isn't now. That these things are all true - all at once - makes things no less complicated, but they've found an understanding within the tensions that creates.
She'll never forgive him for Jenna, and Klaus will never want to seek or ask for that forgiveness. There is no changing the past, but they can make a choice to leave it where it belongs. Elena is trying to find the best way to put it all to words.
"I can trust that we want the same thing, where we couldn't before. I can trust he is a father before he is a hybrid. He doesn't want my blood anymore, and I..." her voice trails off, a little thick at the edges. "I don't want to keep fighting."
Not where she doesn't have to. She's tired of all this blood.