There was a lot of harbored resentment. He felt those five years as an Augustine vampire. The dreams left him with a memory of cold damp stone and darkness. Yes, it hurt. Fear led to panic attacks. Enzo was there, and that had saved him, but that was a lot to take in between physical pain, and emotional damage. "Yeah, I guess. We hunted for him with Klaus, and then later, but he never came for me. He couldn't be bothered." She had yet to see Saint Stefan drowning over and over again. "Wait until you see how we bring him back from the other side. It's epic. It cost me you for awhile." She had forgotten him, had her memories rearranged, and that was one of the worst injuries of all.
Stefan, in the end, did make a sacrifice. He didn't want to talk about it yet, but it didn't seem to mend all those pieces. "All I wanted was for someone to find me, or even care enough to look for me. Five years is a long time to wait and wonder." In the last stages of the dreams, he and Stefan had argued about Damon always leaving them. He had all but given up on the dreams, and the end was a bit anti-climactic after the useless bit of fighting. "I was always the bad one though."