"Oh how far the mighty have fallen."
Katherine sighs exasperatedly and turns her back to the window. She halfway expects him to look smug but then again he's Elijah and he's British and those are particularly synonyms. She musters a smile and puts her hands to her hips, tilting her head sideways.
"Came all the way from New Orleans just to gloat?" It's a false accusation and she knows that, but then again the flicker of hurt on his face still doesn't make up for him leaving her behind. "Doesn't sound very you."
He pushes himself off the doorway, tucking his hands into the pockets off his grey suit. "You're only insulting yourself. We both know you know better."
She takes an involuntary step backwards as he takes one towards her. She looks anywhere but at him, her eyes flickering across the room. The silence unnerves her. "So?"
He smiles slightly, tipping his chin down. "Humanity suits you well, Katerina."
She snorts, folding her arms at her chest. "You and I have a very different understanding of those matters then."
Elijah sighs heavily, lays one of his hands across the backrest of the wingchair closest to him. "I hoped you would adapt better, after everything you had to adapt to in the past."
She shifts her weight on her left leg, getting more distance between them. "This is not a situation I want to get used to. I refuse. This…" she laughs dryly and throws her arms up. "…is a mistake to be unmade."
"I doubt dear Elena thinks the same way." He casts his eyes to the floor than up at her face again. "Would you like to undo it?"
Her eyes widen slightly at the notion and for the first time she really starts thinking about that. It's a chance, but it's a cruel chance. At the end all chances are.
"What do you think?" she says, juts her chin up.
He smirks, keeps his distance just as she keeps hers. Sometimes she thinks there should be more space between them.
(Sometimes she thinks there should be none at all.)