You don't have to apologize. It's not like it's a question that wouldn't have come up at some point.
( and, based on the solemness of his reaction, she feels a little better about having him be the first person to ask. though, she has to think about his statement. does she want to go back? to that immediate moment in time, to being between the bars of a cage on the floor of a dirty van in the middle of the woods outside mystic falls, with brody's smug face staring at her while he shot her at point-blank range? no, caroline could do very well without going back to that moment. but not going back at all is something she hadn't really considered until now.
she'd assumed that, given enough time and enough sacrifice on her end, that she'd go home with a magical solution, somehow transported back to safety and away from the clutches of douchebags who wanted nothing more than to make her suffer. she hadn't really thought about the idea of not returning to mystic falls at all. it's something worth considering, though she knows she might miss... well, her mother, most of all. but caroline also knew that, someday, she'd be saying goodbye anyway.
it's a little too heavy a train of thought for a first date, current conversation even considered, so she shakes her head a bit, as if to clear her mind. and then, clarity found, she realizes the second half of his statement — what you are — and caroline has to nod, a little too familiar with the concept. )
As if what you are determines what kind of person you are. ( she's so tired of the assumptions. that she's incapable of controlling herself, that she can't keep up — and they come from all around, from humans (matt) and vampires (damon) and witches (bonnie) alike. doesn't matter who it is, or what they are, they've got some kind of judgment to lay down on caroline forbes. )
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( and, based on the solemness of his reaction, she feels a little better about having him be the first person to ask. though, she has to think about his statement. does she want to go back? to that immediate moment in time, to being between the bars of a cage on the floor of a dirty van in the middle of the woods outside mystic falls, with brody's smug face staring at her while he shot her at point-blank range? no, caroline could do very well without going back to that moment. but not going back at all is something she hadn't really considered until now.
she'd assumed that, given enough time and enough sacrifice on her end, that she'd go home with a magical solution, somehow transported back to safety and away from the clutches of douchebags who wanted nothing more than to make her suffer. she hadn't really thought about the idea of not returning to mystic falls at all. it's something worth considering, though she knows she might miss... well, her mother, most of all. but caroline also knew that, someday, she'd be saying goodbye anyway.
it's a little too heavy a train of thought for a first date, current conversation even considered, so she shakes her head a bit, as if to clear her mind. and then, clarity found, she realizes the second half of his statement — what you are — and caroline has to nod, a little too familiar with the concept. )
As if what you are determines what kind of person you are. ( she's so tired of the assumptions. that she's incapable of controlling herself, that she can't keep up — and they come from all around, from humans (matt) and vampires (damon) and witches (bonnie) alike. doesn't matter who it is, or what they are, they've got some kind of judgment to lay down on caroline forbes. )