"So you're telling me that the choices I make will ensure that someone is going to die?" Stefan said, not believing it, not wanting to believe anything that she was saying. He didn't understand. If she could see that a person was going to die, why couldn't she see who was going to die. Without knowing who the person was, it was going to be hard to explain this, it was so vague, such little information that went across the board. The prison was full of brunette's, three of them that were close to him, close to his heart. Three that he wouldn't let anything happen to them, but from what Alice said, there would be nothing he could do. How was he supposed to know what choice he should be making?
"How am I supposed to stop it? What can I do? What choices do I have to make to make sure it doesn't happen?" He asked her, looking for answers that somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew weren't going to get answered.
He chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking, trying to sort out everything he had heard.
"What if I take you to the prison, you could find out who it is? You could, I don't know, feel it somehow? Alice, you can't tell me something like this and tell me there's nothing I can do about it. I have to fix it. Her death will be on my hands, I can't ... I can't do that. I can't deal with that guilt," he said honestly, almost pleading with the vampire.