He'd been searching high and low for those witches, who were as good as dead once he got his hands on them. His brother had broken and he'd seen the love he felt for Hayley which only made his need to find them and spill their blood even more. He didn't love Hayley, not like Elijah. He cared for her and in some ways respected her. She was, after all, the mother of his child. His daughter. His precious gift. The good in his life. Hayley had lost her life defending their child and her death would not be in vain.

He spun around and jerked his arms out at his side. "Don't you think I know that brother!" He was frustrated and taking it out on him. He yelled at Elijah and grit his teeth, furrowing his brow as he thought. "I swear on Hayley's life once I find them they are as good as dead. I will not make it quick. I want the blood to slowly drain from their bodies as I watch them writhe in pain. Twist their bones until they crack from the pressure. I will not stop until I've left a mangled mess." He spoke through clenched teeth, staring into space as he curled his fingers as he spoke of the torture he would inact.

His eyes filled with anger and rage as Elijah pointed at him and reminded him that it was all his fault. He let him speak and rushed to stand before him, grabbing him by his suit jacket and shoving him hard against a crypt. "Do not chastise me like a child. Does it make you feel better to blame someone!? Huh? HAYLEY IS DEAD!!" He yelled out and slammed his back again. "Don't you think I know the reason why!? Must you remind me now brother? Remind me of the failure I continue to be?" He shoved him back and released him.

Turning his back to Elijah he shook his head. "My quest for power was not solely for my own personal gain Elijah. If you had bothered to even consider for ONE moment that I might be acting on the behalf of those I care for to ensure their safety...." He let his words trail and spin around. "But all you see is the bad. All you ever see is the bad."

He could see the pain surfacing on Elijah's usually stoic poised face. Elijah was a hard man to break and he'd succeeded unintentionally. Although still angry from the harsh words that came from his brothers mouth, his accusations were just. In an attempt to ensure he had all the power to protect his child, he'd created a world of war and danger. It was all his fault.

He moved closer to Elijah and reached out to ball his hand in his shirt, yanking him closer. He wanted to hit him to make him feel pain, to make himself feel anything. But he couldn't. Elijah stood here a broken man and it was because Hayley was dead. He'd had his suspicions before but this solidified it. His brother was in love with the mother of his child.

He pulled Elijah into him and fought back his own tears as he wrapped his other arm around him and hugged him. Something he hadn't done in ages. "I know. And you can blame me all you want. But it will not bring her back. So are you by my side in finding the one thing she gave her life for?" He spoke softly, knowing how fragile he was right now. He himself felt emotionally unstable for the first time in decades. He had lost a piece of himself when they took his child. He smirked a bit and pulled back to look at Elijah. "A fools quest it has been since the beginning. But I admire the hope you have for me. Perhaps one day that quest will be sought."

Elijah's pain was evident in his voice and the way he spoke, his body still tense from the loss of Hayley and almost as if he could snap at any given moment. He knew his brother was fragile and he hated that he was in pain. Blaming him seemed fair, after all it was his quest for power that led them to this moment. A standoff with witches who wanted his child destroyed solely for fear of what the future may hold.

He stepped back and nodded, "I understand." Was all he spoke, his voice low and filled with remorse and anger. Looking up after Elijah spoke of the redemption he would soon have when he held his child, he swallowed and nodded. "Then we cannot give up now. We will not rest until those witches are found and suffer greatly for their crimes against our family. Their life for the one they stole. We not only fight for my child but for Hayley." He was determined at any and all costs to find the witches that took their newborn child. "Let's search the underground tombs. They will want to stay hidden."