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[vervains]

Oh, alcoholic for sure. [ Ten thousand percent alcoholic. This is going to require alcohol. ]

[complicity]

[Rebekah fills two glasses, adds ice and then brings the bottle over before settling back on the couch. ]

So what exactly did you want to talk about, Elena?

[vervains]

[ She plots down on the couch and takes a glass, trying to seem as not awkward as she possibly can. It takes a moment before she lets out a huff. ]

I dreamed a memory. You and a guy. Alexander. I'm...I owe you....[ why is this so stupidly awkward? ] Look, I'm sorry. [ Whether she's saying she's sorry for having seen that, or sorry that someone betrayed her in such a horrific way, or sorry for something else entirely is left up in the air. ]

[complicity]

You had nothing to do with that so I don't see why you're apologizing for what he did. [ Rebekah exhales a breath.]

[vervains]

I'm not. More so for having seen it when it's yours to share or not. [ Seems invasive. But this place loves invasive. ] It's not fair for me to just see it all and feel it. It was like I was there and having it happen to me. [ So she got how awful it was, which also seems invasive as all hell. ] It also kind of...gave me some perspective? [ She glanced away at that and ran a hand through her hair. ]