Re: Holding Pens: Elena
So, Damon had been right. From the way Elena spoke of the camps, there was no way she was a born slave. The ones they caught from outlying areas were always a bit hit or miss. Some refused to train at all and ended up doing hard labor in prison camps. Others would break, but once they did there would be no spirit left at all, and they would just fade away to nothing. Damon couldn't help but wonder what would make Elena break, what was it that would make her pliable under his fingers.
"It's called evolution," he said, while silently wondering why it was he was still engaging with her.
"When you clear a patch of wilderness and build a house on it, you don't say that the house needed the ground. It improved on it."
He took out his phone, quickly drafting a text to Stefan.