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[He smiles wide at her, one of those sunny smiles that coming from him could mean the truth or a lie or pretty much anything in between. But he's happy. For now, he's happy, because there is a girl sitting here who used to be his enemy and now - isn't a friend, but isn't an enemy, either. Not really. They have reached detente, and now he can say things that make her look at him like he's a person. Maybe he is, at that.]

[She is, has always been, Elena, to him, in all her complexity. All her different guises. It's all part of the same girl. Not even Salvatores can change that.]

[He pushes the statue towards her, lowering his eyes to watch it go.]

You can have whichever one you want. It's like a peace offering. Right?