I don't regret what I want. [ her only regrets are in the things she has to do, the things that harm others. killing those witches, she regrets that. killing anyone, she'll always regret that. but--] I can't regret doing what I need to save the people I love. [ or else she'd lose her mind with the grief of it all. she'll protect her own as fiercely as he would his. although she may take a different tactic most times, find the road less bloody, less rabid.

she feels the brush of his fingers, feels the heat it brings and the feeling of confusion it builds within her. she can't want him in the way he wants her to. she can't love him in this moment, at least she convinces herself as much. but that doesn't mean she doesn't want the comfort of the familiar, of someone she trusts (ha, trusting klaus).]

And I don't regret what we did. [ she can't. she said as much to everyone she told about it. she regrets who it may have hurt, yes. but she'd wanted him in that moment, she wanted that moment. she wanted the scandalous sex (and maybe she still craves it even now).]