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[compulsions]

[That may or may not be a very faint bruise across the bridge of his nose. Elena's arm swing is a little stronger than it used to be and apparently he bruises now which is perfect.]

So how's being in the real world working out for everyone? Scale of zero to zero.

Remember, don't hurt yourselves with those brand new toys.

[Especially you, Elena.]

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action.

[undying]

[It's one of those stupid moments where someone holds out a hand and says, hold on. You might wanna sit down for this.

Sitting down doesn't help, by the fucking way.]

What? [That's all he can say. Absolutely it. He drops the camera back in the bag, doesn't even flinch at the sound it makes as it hits the sais and the food. He just stares up at Damon, his ex-friend who snapped his neck and couldn't even apologize, who was telling him shit that was impossible, that made no sense.

Literally impossible. There was no maybe. No it might have happened, there's the smallest chance. It's a sad moment when dealing with Klaus and the Original family seems simple in comparison.

He breathes, twisting his fingers painfully together. The spot where the ring usually sits is lighter than the rest of his skin, a little soft to the touch.] But I'm human.

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[compulsions]

[No might've. It did happen. Damon's got no clue how it's not happening right now, but Rick sure as hell died in that tomb next to him.

He remains standing. There's not much else to say. He considers adding what they know—that Rick's life is tied to Elena's—but a) he's not sure if that's true anymore and b) he's...no, that's it. He's not sure if it's true anymore. Doubt it. It doesn't work like that when Rick is mortal again. Or. Should be mortal. There's only one way of knowing a hundred percent and even Damon's not about to test that out.

Hey, could be worse. The last thing they need is a Rick's hunter alter-ego running around while they're stuck here.]

I don't know what to tell you, Rick. You died. Something put you back.