[ It stings, the walls visibly going up, and Damon tries not to let it. His eyes narrow in something akin to perturbed thought. He doesn't know that she just sees him as a copy of himself and not even the original. He doesn't know the timeline, or how any of this all happened.

It's complicated is an understatement. ] Was I locked up in that doctor's basement? [ He's been there done that before and he doesn't know why else a doctor would have his blood. He's not big on donating it. ] So you'd rather let yourself die? [ There's something accusatory in his tone. That anger that she had managed to calm down blooms back to the surface again. But then he lowers his voice, instead of raises it. ] You knew my blood was in your system, right?

[ Whether yes is the right answer or not, well, it's sort of a mystery. A future him would be more brave in admitting that he misses being human. That he'd want Elena to be happy and to grow old and be happy. But also if she'd known at least it'd have meant she knew it wasn't her end. He's not even sure why he's so bothered by this whole thing. He has everything he wants. Katherine is back, and free. Elena and him? They seemed to be on good standing friendship wise. ]