His words cut deep, deeper than a knife as it cut through her soul. She was used to it, hell, after 825 years she should be. She was used to having venom thrown at her face, to watch hatred in other people's faces. She was used to being pushed away and rejected just for existing. Sometimes, Neela liked to think that it was due to her curse. After all, her coven made sure that no one, nothing on Earth would embrace her.
Still… another part of her believed that it was because of /her/. They rejected /her/ because of who she was, what she did… her personality. So when Klaus spoke his venom, part of Nëela took it personally because she believed it. She believed him.
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