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somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[interpersonal]

( freya's practicality has often been a source of comfort to elena, and this time is no different.

so elena chooses to believe her: it makes sense, and they have time.

she finally manages to return a smile, giving freya's hands a light squeeze in return. )

Your secret is safe with me. I'd rather we take our time to prepare instead of letting our emotions rule on this one. ( it's how people tend to get sloppy. )

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

You and I both.

[She nods, before taking a deep breath.]

I am sorry, Elena. That I couldn't do more to help you.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[interpersonal]

( elena mimics freya's earlier gesture. she is the one who takes freya's hands in her own. perhaps for some this alone would seem an abomination, mikaelson and petrova, linked together by a harrowing experience neither orchestrated. )

I know I can tell you that you have nothing to be sorry for, and it won't make a difference.

( it didn't for her, after all, when people would insist her parents' death was not her fault. )

So I do. I forgive you. But promise me you'll try to forgive yourself.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

[She nods slowly, but she can't really make any promises there. Forgiveness is not something that comes easily to any Mikaelson, especially when the person they're forgiving is themselves.]

I'll work on it.

[But again, no promises.]