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i care about individual people! i cared about you, didn't i? i didn't let you starve, even though i totally could have.

and you never even said thank you!

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And then you turned around and told the first person you could that I was dangerous.

( that's a vicious circle because it will make him act dangerously. betrayal for damon will never default to hurt, it'll skip straight to anger and then revenge. )

So if you're waiting on some gratitude, you're never going to get it.

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you ARE dangerous, you idiot.

[ and so is she. ]

you get all riled up for no reason and now you're talking about ripping people's throats out like that's going to make it any better!!!

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No reason?

( the i trusted you is right there and he smothers it because she's not worth it. he doesn't — didn't — trust her but he could have, maybe, and therein lies the rub. )

Says the girl losing her cool over committees.

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okay, then what's the reason? why are you so mad that i asked a guy i like to stay away from you?

are you mad that i didn't want to share? or that i told him you were a jerk? or is it that i told him i was a vampire and didn't get your permission?

what's the problem, damon? if you have one, spit it out, because i thought we were on the same team here.

[ the "let's not get staked" team ]

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( is she waiting for the so did i too? because she won't get it, not now. )

I'm not doing this with you. ( and he can ignore her messages or at the very least, not reply to them to spite her. )

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oh, because this is where you draw the line in things you'll do with me?

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You have reached the voicemail box of Damon Salvatore. Please don't leave a message after the beep.

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Beep.

[gasping]

text messages don't have voicemails, you're ridiculous.

[ and then, a bit later: ]

for what it's worth, i'm sorry you got threatened. i didn't tell him to do that.

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( he can't drink. he can't go out and kill someone. he could try and find a pretty face to blow off steam with. he does roll his eyes when the apology comes through but eventually, he comes around. of all the people that have wronged him, he can count the ones that apologized on one hand. )

We were on the same team. ( oh, shut up, it's in present tense in his head — not that she needs to be privy to it. ) You know how I feel. I draw the line at making a good time anything more than it was.

I thought we were past thank yous.

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it would still be nice to get one.

[ she didn't expect it, either. but when push came to shove, it was a needle to shove under his nails in retaliation, a sore spot to poke at. ]

he didn't actually break your kneecaps, did he?

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Thanks, Caroline. You’re a real peach.

( sincerity via text message? nope. it’s something he might have been more genuine about in person, given the lack of distance. )

No, but he would have if I gave him a reason to. What else did you tell him about me? ( does he know damon’s a vampire? )

[gasping]

[ the sarcasm drips off like molasses, but she chooses to take it at face value. ignores the bitterness. it's easier that way. ]

i told him you weren't the kind of guy to mess around with.

[ she hadn't outright said that damon was a vampire... but jason hadn't outright asked either. just said "hey, is he like you?" and caroline hadn't answered either way.

she'd never been good at duplicity, but she could at least try. she'd tried to protect them both, in her own misguided way, and it hadn't worked. ]