"A lot of what turns out to be the deadliest, most destructive magic often starts from good intentions," Elijah said quietly, with a bit of a frown. "The ends justifying the means is all very well and good until you wind up achieving your goal and find the cost was far too high."

Klaus frowned a little a his whiskey, then sighed, taking a sip.

"Well, you're all looking fairly somber for a win, yet not quite as crushed enough for a loss," Peter said from the top of the stairs, before starting down he winding stairs to the main floor, hand still in Lydia's. "Did we rescue our captured comrades?"