It wasn't personal. The sacrifice. I needed it to happen. Or I'd still be weak.
Maybe. Soon. I don't even know what I'd say.
Of course he has. He may not have done it in his time but in mine he's killed my brother and thousands upon thousands of other vampires. The fact I didn't kill him the day I arrived is testement to how much I am trying to not jump to anger, and that, Caroline, is for you.
We have every right to despise him as much as, admittidly he has every right to despise me. But I look at him and then I look at the Sommers woman who seems to be dealing with me via an extended process of pretending I'm not here.