[ There is a discussion Stefan will have with Damon while his brother's hand is slashed open, a cup of blood between them and an age-old, ugly inevitability breathing to life: revenge. Stefan will call it other things (retribution, reconnaissance, information-gathering) but that won't change the impetus to find who has done this to them and make them regret it. He feels Caroline's fingers tighten slightly at the crook of his elbow and thinks of her shorn hair and what's she's survived, all the things that are unspoken now but that Stefan can likely guess at, and he thinks that somewhere, Elena might be—
Stefan stops the thought. He takes a breath. One problem at a time. ]
You mean an apartment.
[ It's not a bad idea, but how feasible is it? Stefan doesn't know the lay of the land. Not yet. ]
I'd like to find somewhere with a basement.
[ Which Stefan will need. His ring is gone. It's likely been taken, sitting bagged and labeled in whatever place he'd been before he was here. ]
How much luck have you had?
[ There's another question to be asked: how long has Caroline been here? ]
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Stefan stops the thought. He takes a breath. One problem at a time. ]
You mean an apartment.
[ It's not a bad idea, but how feasible is it? Stefan doesn't know the lay of the land. Not yet. ]
I'd like to find somewhere with a basement.
[ Which Stefan will need. His ring is gone. It's likely been taken, sitting bagged and labeled in whatever place he'd been before he was here. ]
How much luck have you had?
[ There's another question to be asked: how long has Caroline been here? ]