"Well I am afraid I must cut this reverie of yours short, Niklaus. Rebecca has informed me that the bayou has had a bit of activity requiring some looking into." Elijah swept the nonexistent dust from his suit, always perfectly together.
"Damn wolves, could they not settle in for a night. I am not a nanny, I do not wish to resolve every fickle matter those children throw themselves into," Klaus rebuffed. "Haley is the worst of the lot. Gets herself pregnant and then runs off to delegate a lonely band of hopeless fools."
"She did not impregnate herself, need I remind you. And your particular cynical mood does nothing to help the situation at hand. You wish to be respected within this community, well show why you deserve respect through means aside those of barbaric proportions." Klaus shattered his flask, sending silver across the perimeter of the room.
"Elijah, I have ruled far greater expanses than this without your constant nagging and mulling. Whatever affections you may hold for Haley will not be contorted into a delusional power play you wish to initiate me in. I will be no one's pawn, I am the king. I bow before the command of none, do you understand brother.
Elijah eyed the brother who in recent months he began to know less of. He knew Niklaus were prone to this moments of false security, a minor boosting to his wounded ego. Though he did not love Haley, he held a respect for her that provided a way for an emotional outlet. Some way for him to express his anger and discontent with his life. But Niklaus did not know love, he would not allow himself to open in that way. The rejection of Mikael killed the spirit of a young boy, open for the world to take what was good of him. He closed himself off with each beating, every scolding.
Elijah could not find it in himself to hold anger with Klaus, for he was partially responsible for his brother's inner turmoil. Elijah was the golden boy, their sister's hero. He was the reliable one, the mediator. Elijah was what Niklaus aspired to be — admired.