( 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.
[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.]
somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.
[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.
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.
I'll work on it.
[But again, no promises.]