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❝ you're lucky we're friends or i would've just killed you. ❞
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ENOLA HAS SENSED THE PAIN THAT HER MOTHER CARRIED. For a time, she was suspicious to some degree that she was partly to blame for that pain. Therein lies the guilt. This makes sense when considering the limited cognitive development of a child, which sees itself as the cause of all things. If she doesn't address this unconscious belief as an adult, she may still be walking around with it and greatly limiting herself as a result.
Enola learned this the hard way. She could not bear the thought of her daughter growing up with festering guilt. She would create a world where her daughter can be safe and happy and free. So she came clean with Jackson about Hope and completed the wedding trials alongside Klaus. With everything in order, all that was left for them to do was plan their special day. They had been able to get the wedding invites out before Rebekah made a surprise appearance in a body that was certainly not her own.
"That is just not my chin," Rebekah frowned, staring up at the portrait of her old body. "It was much more delicate."
"The only delicate thing about you, sister, is your ego." Klaus smirked teasingly.
"Placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly." Rebekah shot back.
"Oh, how I have missed you." Enola sighed. "Somebody has got to keep Nik humbled."
"You do well at that on your own," Rebekah teased.
"Could we dispense with this fascinating dispute for just a moment and return to the subject of our supposed long lost sister?" Elijah huffed through the phone they had put on speaker.
"There is not much to discuss, Elijah." Rebekah sighed dramatically. "Said she was Freya and then darted off into the night."
"And you believed her?" Elijah scoffed.
"I met the girl in a mystical loony bin. She could be anyone, telling any lie." Rebekah deadpanned. "But she did seem familiar somehow."
"And how is she still alive?" Enola wondered.
"A question as ridiculous as its possible solutions given this family's annoying predilection for cheating death," Klaus huffed.
"I don't know," Rebekah sighed. "I'm just telling you what she said."
"Well, did you happen to ask if by some similar miracle our Aunt Dahlia lives as well?" Klaus questioned.
