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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

[Nate has had a lot of time to think about what will - he's stopped wondering if it's just might - happen when Caedra finds out. He has a vague contingency plan, has shared with reliable parties that if he should disappear, they know where to look first. That if he should disappear, they know who to protect first.

Revenge takes shape in plenty of forms, but Nate knows there's no way he'll get out of this without having the flesh peeled from his still-breathing body.]

I will.

[It isn't a lie. He intends to maintain the semi-friendly status quo as long as humanly possible, if not indefinitely.]

I promise.

Good.

[A promise is a promise, exactly as good as its ability to be kept. Nate will do his best, she's sure. Whatever doubts Elena has don't apply to him. It's everything else that's in question, and faith only goes so far when murderous demonic entities are in play.]

Hey. I love you.