She would have stepped back if she wasn't already pressed against her desk. She slid to the side, instead, putting distance between them. She'd feared that since they'd met, from that first day. She remembered too well how Jeremy hadn't been able to help himself. It didn't matter what he'd wanted. Being a hunter meant he had to hunt.

"It's not semantics." She remembered being delirious, dying. She remembered looking up at Klaus and seeing the pain behind the arrogance. 'Anybody capable of love is capable of being saved.' she'd told him. He hadn't let her die.

"I didn't ask for this. Did you?"