Damon pushes himself up to his feet slowly, sliding his hand behind his neck as he grimaces. If he hears the hurt in Elena's voice, he doesn't acknowledge it. This is what he does when he's hurt, when he's angry. Damon lashes out, and he has been hurt long before he knew the truth of this place (he was alone for decades, he was alone in a terrible place and it was no less than he deserved, but then this-- he didn't choose to go with her, but he still got to end up there while Damon was alone for decades.
it was Damon that went in that car with her. It's Damon that has made that choice every single time).
There's never enough growth to stop him from being a terrible person. rows quite enough to stop being damaging, self sabotaging (and he never will, and he has always known that the things that he wants are not meant for the likes of him, he'd destroy them if he ever got them).
"Having fun, bonding," he says with sarcasm dripping off of each word, and his gaze meets Ethan's as they stand there, something almost threatening for a second before he looks over at Elena with a smirk (that self sabotaging smirk that she'll recognize immediately). "Discussing the past. I must have said something that struck a nerve."
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it was Damon that went in that car with her. It's Damon that has made that choice every single time).
There's never enough growth to stop him from being a terrible person. rows quite enough to stop being damaging, self sabotaging (and he never will, and he has always known that the things that he wants are not meant for the likes of him, he'd destroy them if he ever got them).
"Having fun, bonding," he says with sarcasm dripping off of each word, and his gaze meets Ethan's as they stand there, something almost threatening for a second before he looks over at Elena with a smirk (that self sabotaging smirk that she'll recognize immediately). "Discussing the past. I must have said something that struck a nerve."