CCamille
Tell me you didn't do it. Tell me you didn't kill that sweet boy.
CCamille
They said you admitted it.
Then why even come here? To see for yourself, morbid curiosity, a new piece of the puzzle in your long-standing analysis of the immortal bastard? If I tell you who I am, and you refuse to believe me, then I can hardly be blamed for your disappointment.
CCamille
I wish I did believe you, and you know what? Maybe you were right, maybe about everything, even Freya. Maybe she's not what she seems. Maybe she is out to get you and twisting everyone against you, and maybe she is this terrible person, but you know what she didn't do, Klaus? She didn't just kill Aiden. She didn't just murder an innocent guy.
CCamille
What? Why did you tell them that you did?
If I have spilled Crescent blood, then Hayley will be forced to question her pack's loyalty to Hope, and she will not run.
CCamille
But if they don't protect her, then who.
Only I can save her, and I need them to fear me!
CCamille
Am I supposed to fear you, too?
It would be better for you if you did, for you to believe I am the monster they would paint me as. And then one day when all of this was past, I might find you and profess my innocence, and because you are you, you would believe me, and we would pass a perfect afternoon in a corner cafe together. And I would wish for nothing more... A better man would protect you with that lie, but I am not that man, and so I leave you with the burden of a truth that no one will believe.
When I invited you to meet me I had no idea we were gonna have such a gorgeous guest. [Hope is in the bar with Cami] You have blood right there.
Oh, yeah... My dry cleaning bill has been insane since moving back into town. [Vincent pours drinks] Drinking in front of a baby. New all time low?
You're the one who brought her into a bar. [Cami looks away] Ah yeah, I know that look. Sense of obligation. [They click glasses] Duty. What do you feel like you owe these people? [Cami rolls her eyes] You forgot, I have a few psychology degrees before the family you so wrapped up in stole my body.
So you're head-shrinking me now, is that it?
No, I'm trying to figure out why a smart, level-headed woman such as yourself would choose to stick around a town that to my eyes seems to offer you nothing but danger.
I'm the last of my family line, the O'Connells' have a long legacy here.
Don't feed me that legacy crap Camille. You wanna talk about legacies? My momma, her momma, and they daddy before them were some of the wickedest witches the west-side of this city has ever seen. And yet in still I'm able to walk away from magic because I know it's not good for me. Just like Nicklaus and his whole clan are not good for you, Camille.
So you're walking away? Huh? More like you're dumping your responsibilities on a teenager who doesn't know any better.
She knows better. She knows - she knows a hell of a lot more than she should. And if she's not careful, she doesn't walk the right line, she's gonna end up being the wickedest of them all, mark my words.
Then why would you leave her without a teacher?
[Smiles] Okay, fair enough, pick a fight, call me out, but... um, from one head-shrink to another, what is it that you're deflecting from yourself?
You wanna know why I stay in town?
Because, against every ounce of my better judgement, my sanity, and my common sense, turns out I have complicated feelings for a monster.
And does this monster have complicated feelings for you?
I think it's entirely possible that he does, yeah.
[Drinks down the rest of his drink] We gonna need another bottle. [Cami chuckles]
KMKlaus Mikaleson
Once upon a time, there was a wolf king, who fought the war, for the most precious treasure, in all the kingdom. His beautiful little princess. But the victory, came at a price. Allies lost. New enemies, made. And so, the wolf king stood alone. Happily ever after it was not, but, even the worst endings, are not really endings at all. And you should know, my littlest wolf, that even when all seems burnt to ashes, in our story, there is always another chapter, to be told.
