You don't remember being here, so you also don't remember the only-in-Lawrence weird not-quite friendship we had. But I do. And for that, for the way other-you helped me before, I'm willing to ignore the other crap that's happened. At this point, I figure it can't hurt to have some level of civility.
The last thing I remember was you shoving the cure down my throat. I'm not human anymore. For the record. I dunno if it's other reality rules or why being turned again worked here and not back home--yeah, Damon told me, I died--but just so you're aware. And there were these wishes and so I'm also at the strength I should be, not newbie style.
Basically? I'm just being up front with you. And...whatever happens from here, happens. But I know how it feels to have the Mikaelson's breathing down your neck and...basically, I'll stay out of your shit if you stay out of mine. Call it a truce, if you will.