Tyler doesn't remember being able to trust himself, not really. Even before the sire bond bullshit he's always had that werewolf rage. That need to destroy. It used to rule him. He hurt so many people because he just couldn't stop. He sometimes thinks he'll end up like that again. Sometimes he doesn't' care if he does. He doesn't ever tell anyone that part.

"I know," He breaths at Jeremy's words, and it stings in his chest. He's not sure that guilt will ever go away. That pang he felt every time he passed the taped off fountain. The way he stopped going outside and just stayed in that empty house, drinking alone because it was better than feeling any of this. His mother's dead. And it's on him. That's what he knows. "But none of them would be dead if I hadn't -- but I had to. I couldn't just let him destroy their lives like he did mine. They thought I was their leader, they just wanted freedom."

And now they were dead. Klaus trumps all. He always wins. Tyler doesn't care about the cure (except for the fact that he'd like to see Elena free of her sire bond, because no one deserves that). He's just here because Jeremy deserves that same freedom the hybrids did.

No one else seems to care about that.