“So you came all the way to Mystic Falls just to back off when I asked you?”
“No, I came all the way to Mystic Falls just to gloat over a corpse to be, as you so poetically put it. But I will leave, minus the gloating, in return for one small thing.”
“And what is that?”
“I want your confession.”
“My confession? I didn’t do anything. Confession about what?”
“Me. As soon as we’re done here I’m gonna walk away and I’m never coming back. You’ll never have to look me in the eye and cover our connection with hostility and revulsion. You’ll never have to loath the darkest part of yourself that care for me, despite of what I’ve done. I just... want you to be honest with me.”
“I’m building a life for myself. I have plans and a future and thing that I want and none of those things involve you, okay, none of them!”
“I see.”
“No, you don’t. Because yes! I cover our connection with hostility and revolution. Because yes! I hate myself for the truth. So if you promise to leave and never come back than yes I will be honest with you, I will be honest with you about what I want.”
“I will leave and I’ll never come back.”
*start having hot hybrid sex in the woods*