[ the words come slowly. partially because she wants to make sure he understands. partially because it's the first time she's admitting any of this. ] Things didn't work out between me and Damon... because of that. [ she pauses, feeling the sting of truth. it was because of that, and because it made more sense to him to believe she could never love him, that it could never be real. that the way she feels isn't real. it hurts; it aches.
she exhales. ] Sometimes when there's a bond between a person and the vampire whose blood turns them... that bond becomes... real. [ there's a note of bitterness there. her shoulders lift slightly. ] I was sired to Damon. Everything he said, I'd do. Whatever he wanted, whatever would make him happy... I would have done it all without thinking. [ she shakes her head, remembering - remembering damon's reaction, remembering his decision which left her entirely without say or choice. ironically. thinking of how she wanted to make him happy. how a part of her still would want to. ] Rebekah compelled me not to let the bond affect me. I asked her to do it. [ that's it. all of it. she stops, looks up at him. ]