"I don't have an issue killing people," she says, staring up at him. "I've killed people by snapping their necks. It was the right choice, I don't regret it. They weren't even trying to hurt me."

She pauses. "I can't- Every time I feed on somebody - I mean, except the last time, until after-- My dad-" And that's when it falters, when her eyes are shiny. "He tortured me. My father strapped me to a chair and showed me blood and when my face would change, he'd open the window so I would fry. Bonnie told me that if I ate anyone, anyone ever, she would just make my ring not work. Just like that, she'd kill me. I- I know they're wrong. I know they are, I just- I am so-" And she doesn't know the world for it; afraid maybe, or something else, but she's nearly crying.

"It's wrong. It's something that's wrong with me, there's no difference what I did and feeding, but it's not the same."