Matt. Tyler, Meredith. Fuck.
“I literally don’t know how to react to this,” he says, and really — haven’t they made it through a thousand things already, and aren’t they bound to have holed up somewhere safe, and would appear any minute? But they haven’t, so maybe they won’t. Alaric rubs his temples. Should have seen that coming. Should have guessed… no, should have assumed that Mystic Falls was on a Hellmouth, the way the place was.
And no, the witches won’t be able to hold it forever.
“They need to get out of there,” Alaric says. “As fucked up as it is, we can’t afford less witches in the world. And I hate to be a selfish asshole but losing Bonnie isn’t part of any plan I could go along with.” He hopes she is okay. Of everyone he Alaric knows, she is the least likely to try to save herself. It doesn’t bode well for her longevity.
He barely hears her question, but forces his brain back into gear.
“I think it’s more likely that the Hellmouth knows what to whisper to make it hard for anyone to want to keep it closed,” he says, though… lies that hold a kernel of truth are the most effective lies, and Alaric knows it. “Bt the truth is, I don’t know. I’ve spent the last couple of years studying everything I can about Hellmouths, but as little as there is, it’s mostly first-person reports, guesses, and conjecture based on fuck-all. In Mystic? I’ll admit, I think it could be a gateway to the other side. But that doesn’t mean Liz is there. Doesn’t mean that anything Bonnie has heard is real.” He rubs his forehead. Fuck breakfast. Alaric loses his appetite about as often as bigs tap-dance but this seems like a ripe moment.
“Have you spoken to the others? Is there any kind of plan? I’ll get in a car right now, if you think I can do anything at all.”
Shooting, punching, or being a smartass to a Hellmouth doesn’t sound that effective, but he’s willing to try.
"Ric... they're trying to keep the hell dimension from swallowing ours." he doesn't know what he's saying. He can't possibly. If he's studied the ins and outs of Hellmouth nature, this is something he should know but Caroline said Bonnie's name, and she knows that must have short-circuited something in Ric's logic, "If the witches break rank, we won't have a world."
This is a lot to lay on someone she hasn't seen for so long. Lebanon is all work, she's come to realize that in her short visit, but she's noticed something else, too --- they have lives. Busy lives, but lives as close to normal as she's seen in a group of hunters in a long time. They're a family, of sorts. They tell dumb jokes. They cook meals, drive out on hunting trips. Watch Netflix. Happily pair off at the end of a long day. It's in the way they still smile so easily. The real war hasn't made it to Kansas, yet.
Thank goodness for small miracles, because it gives her hope that when they've finally dealt with Mystic Falls once and for all, she might have a place here. That there might be a home at the end of this stupid painbow she’s been living in, a place with more than walls. Caroline's a social creature, and the truth is that she misses her best friends. She misses her family. A family that's gone, dust, save for her. The last living Mystic Falls Forbes. How dreadful a thought.
Caroline misses a lot. Having someone there to confide in, be comforted by, when the world goes numb on you. A life, maybe even a life with Stefan if he can manage to pull his head out of his ass for a hot minute and notice she's still by his side.
"You're human, Ric, and I won't risk you out there in harm's way, but there is something you can do." she finally looks up from her coffee, worried and it shows, "We need Willow. Buffy." and not Faith, because there's a limit to what Caroline can put up with, and she's too exhausted to watch Stefan try to climb back into his Slayer's good graces. She swallows the want to voice that and tries to stay on track, "And we need weapons. Research."
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