She didn’t like quietly thinking that he was right so the thought of even voicing that was hard to do. Knowing he had no choice in becoming a vampire, much like she did, was just confirming suspicions of how he wasn’t that different from her. Aside from the whole mass murder part, but it wasn’t as though she’d never killed before. Not to the degree he had though. But really, when it came down to it, none of them were all that different. They just wanted to survive and for the ones they loved to survive as well and everyone did horrible things so that could happen. Wasn’t what she’d learned about the future enough of a confirmation for that to be true?
Her gaze was transfixed on his hand on her own, barely hearing anything that he was saying for a brief moment before she stubbornly raised her head to meet his gaze. She wouldn’t cower. Not to him. There really wasn’t any reason for her to do so even if every little voice in her head said she should have been treating him with so much more respect than she ever did.
“You’re--” Caroline growled, throwing her arms up in frustration as she whirled around, not moving from the spot but unable to actually look at him anymore. She couldn’t say he was wrong when she’d said she’d be honest and she didn’t want to admit he was right. “I think you think awful highly of yourself.”
There. It was an answer. And it was the truth even if it didn’t answer his question.