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Her words were justified. He had caused her pain. The fact that she hated him, didn't want to see him, was just as justified. "You know, Bonnie, I'm sorry that your mum had to suffer."He meant his words sincerely. Collateral damage was still damage that hurt others.

you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. / to Bonnie

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"You once told Stefan and Damon to kill me and my mother. I think we're even now. Maybe."

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@choserage asks:"You're making it very hard to behave." // metaphorically 👀

sighing, he heard her words, felt the pressure behind them and leaned a little towards her. "what if I don't want you to behave?" he glared mischievously at her with these words.

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@viikingwitch asks: "i won't lose you again."

Elijah's heart leapt as his sister stood in the doorway. He had bought a flat in Paris and was in the process of making it more homely, still thinking that a parcel delivery man was now at his door, but it was Freya. He pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, breathed in the familiar smell and couldn't believe that she was really here. He pulled away from her, stepped back and let her enter. The flat was chaotic, many pieces of furniture not yet unpacked or even assembled. But there was a large couch, which he led her to.

„You're here,“ came from his lips. „Just like that?“ he asked. He didn't know if she had a solution to the Hollow problem or if she really just wanted to see him. Either would be fine.

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@pleinsdemuses aks: "so... are you going to tell me what that was all about?" - from Hayley

Elijah pursed his lips briefly before looking at Hayley with his usual casual smile. She shouldn't be here, and she certainly shouldn't have overheard the conversation that had just taken place. Elijah had actually thought he was alone. It was now clear that this was not the case. At first, he wondered if he was lying to her, but that wasn't his style. Not with her. “Actually, you shouldn't even notice,” he murmured quietly. But then he chastised himself. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to know? “Niklaus is missing and I'm trying to negotiate with the town's witches.”

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Elijah was awoken by a ‘distress call’ coming from Jackie and came into her flat, which was anything but a distress call. He watched her for a moment as she stood unsteadily on the stool and books before shaking his head and handing her the requested greenery, which still carried an unpleasant chemical odour. It had to be new.

After handing it to her, he put his hands on her legs. "Wouldn't you rather sit on my shoulders?" He blinked up at her. She wouldn't kill herself if she fell off, but who knew how she'd fall and what would destroy her if she did.

"Or let me do this. I can't watch you standing on it."

it was only early november - but that didn't stop jackie from decorating. most of the morning she as been running around the place, and currently she stands precariously on top of a stack of books (which were settled on top of a stool) to reach the tall ceiling wall. tacking up the line of soft, white string lights. ❛❛elijah.❜❜ she calls over her shoulder. ❛❛ be a dove and please hand over some of that snow-covered greenery.❜❜ she asks, after hearing him enter the room.

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He smiled briefly at her words. Yes, she was the therapist for his brother and for many others, but sometimes these people also needed to talk about their problems. The fact that she immediately brought up his family was also normal. He nodded briefly.

"You've suffered a lot so far and I'm sorry you've been through this." He hesitated for a moment. "You know you could leave at any time? Even if that means leaving the city behind." Niklaus would hate him for those words.

" would you like to talk about it ? " / to Cami

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She laughs at first, the sound a bit hollow. "Isn't that my question?" she asks. She is supposed to be the one who listens as the rest dig out their pain, anger or whatever else they are feeling in the moment. To have the spotlight turn on her makes her feel a bit uncomfortable. "But sure, let's talk about how my life has gone to complete shit since I met your family..."

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He took her arm so she could latch onto him and smiled at her words. "I can only return the compliment, Katarina." He liked her old name, but understood why she had dropped it. However, it was a moment between them that he called her that. Did anyone else even call her that? He didn't think so. He would probably also feel a certain jealousy if it was different.

The cool night air drove people inside. When they passed pubs, there were many people inside, but it was all the quieter outside. They could see the Eiffel Tower itself from a distance, but Elijah led them both closer to it. It twinkled like a thousand stars. A beautiful sight.

There were a few more people on site, mostly tourists who wanted to take photos. He couldn't blame them. It was nice to stand here and watch the lights twinkle. "Would you like a picture?" After all, it was their first time here.

For a moment she just saw him, memorizing his flawless facial features as if she were seeing them for the last time. A long time had passed, many centuries, when she was still the young girl who believed in true love and that she could only be real if she was reciprocated. It felt like another life, maybe it was. But there was a new beginning ahead of her, a life she wanted to build for herself and if it would be part of it, she certainly wouldn't complain.

Stepping out of the hotel, the cool night air hit her and she took a deep breath, enjoyed the feeling of coolness on her skin as she followed him, glad that there were few people around. "This city is really beautiful. Settling down here sounds like a dream I would never have dared to dream," she said with a smile as her eyes caught on the lights of Paris. "You look good, by the way, Elijah," she compliments him with a gentle smile and a playful expression in her eyes. If she already had the opportunity and had decided not to run away anymore, why shouldn't she take the chance to flirt with the primordial vampire? Even though she had changed, a part of her was still the Katherine who enjoyed flirting.

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She trusted him. And that made him feel that he had to protect her from everything that was lurking out there. He was glad that he was not alone in this. Even though Caleb and he had only ever sniffed at each other for Ana's safety, they had come to co-exist peacefully, interacting and even being friendly. They were testing each other's limits and damn, this could be a friendship. If they didn't kill each other first, of course.

"Should I drive or do you want to?" He didn't know if she could drive. They hadn't discussed it yet. Maybe there was another way to travel? Her powers were still unknown to him. Who knew what they were capable of?

"Caleb told me we were being followed. Or you, but since we're travelling together, we", he replied to her question about how he knew they had to escape. "And I trust him when it comes to keeping you safe."

His gaze flickered over to her. How did the two of them relate to each other? He hadn't solved the riddle yet and no one wanted to tell him. He suspected an intimate bond. Whether familial or otherwise, he couldn't say for sure yet.

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. It was only a matter of time before someone came after Ana. Elijah didn't know exactly who it was at the moment, but it could be someone dangerous. And Elijah had made it his mission to help protect Ana. Caleb was doing the same, but he had other options. Even if you couldn't tell by looking at him. He stroked Ana's cheek for a moment before tearing himself away and nodding briefly. "I'm sure we can find a suitable place and renovate if necessary." He briefly pointed to his concealed breast pocket, which contained his credit card. She certainly understood the point. "Where do we need to go?" He escorted her to the passenger side so she could get into the car before hurrying around and getting in the driver's side.

      she had every intention of asking him how he knew they needed to go on the way, if only to be sure she hadn't missed anything that could have been important. usually she did her best to be vigilant yet with the Original traveling with her, it was an adjustment to have another set of eyes keeping watch over her and her safety.       the safe houses she'd acquired are mostly abandoned, meant as contingency plans in the event she needs a quick refuge. the closest one was a few hours out and while she would have used a faster mode of travel, she wasn't alone anymore.        he's been more affectionate with her lately and she hasn't decided how to address it or if she even wants to. maybe it was better left alone. she brings her phone out of her pocket, looking up the directions to the house nearby.            "there's one a few hours away, i know it's safe. i haven't used it yet but no one knows where it is or who owns it so no one will ask too many questions."         it was also heavily warded, courtesy of Caleb's handiwork. she wasn't very good with sigils yet she trusted his ability to make them all but indestructible. only a couple of minutes passed before she couldn't contain the burning question any longer. "so why exactly do we need to leave? we only just got here not that long ago."

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Elijah watched the hunter intently, not knowing if he would accept the deal and the two would agree to some kind of truce. At least for the moment, it would be helpful if they fought with each other rather than against each other. When the other agreed, the original vampire nodded. "Deal."

He sank his hands into the pockets of his suit as he eyed Dean. "You're a damn good fighter, I'll give you that. You'd make a good ally to kill my father if you put your mind to it."

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

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     on that at least they're in agreement, as much as it chafed at him to admit it. which he has no intention to, purely out of spite. 

      one failed attempt to take out an Original was more than enough..for now. it might require more research into the hunter archive until he had a clear-cut plan. anything can be killed, all he had to do was narrow down the how. 

      "truce then. i won't try to stake you if you don't try to kill me." one built on quicksand was better than nothing and he needed to buy time somehow.

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Elijah observes her figure, her facial expressions. Something seems to be bothering her, something he could not perceive at that moment. And yet she didn't want to talk about it. He didn't even want his help. He was used to people reacting like this. After all, he was a Mikaelson. But even they had to know that he was the good guy. (at least better than his half-brother, but that was probably a sore point)

"I guess I can't help you then." His gaze slid over her face. He could force her if he wanted to. But something about her prevented him from doing so. Sighing, he stepped back from her, stepped to the side so that she could just walk past if she was serious.

EVERYTHING HURTS. Even the sound of the annoying lamp flickering was making her brain hurt, and honestly? she just wanted to go home. Not that she had one, but a bed would be nice whether she called it home or not. There wasn't much to say to Elijah that he hasn't heard before, he's made that clear. But her arms are shaking, moving to hug her body for comfort that doesn't seem to come. "I didn't do anythin'." The redhead repeats, glowing green eyes shifting down to her feet, cowgirl boots tapping against the cement of the sidewalk before she's peering up at him again. "I just want t'rest instead of the lecture." A sight that's worse for wear, emotions matching the dreadful appearance she's sporting. "I don't need a guardian angel or whatever you are."

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A drink sounded great and would certainly loosen the other's tongue, if he was ready for it. Whatever his secret was, it was time Elijah knew it. If Ana wouldn't - or couldn't - tell him, maybe Caleb would. Even if it was a little sneaky of Elijah to want to find out this information from the other. He could also ask Ana directly. But she was so mysterious, so reserved, that he felt it was something else. He needed to know more if he wanted to protect her. No matter the cost.

"I've got some whisky."

He actually always had it there. It wasn't long before the vampire had filled two glasses with the amber-coloured liquid and pressed them into Caleb's hand before making himself comfortable on the old leather sofa and crossing one leg over the other. Waiting, reserved.

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. There was a small smile on Elijah's face as Caleb explained himself, or at least tried to. He was so worried about Ana and so intent on making sure she was okay that he forgot to take care of himself and went straight to Elijah for more information. How were the two of them connected? He could smell each other's scent on the other. They often socialized together. What bothered him about that? A feeling, at least, was growing in him. The vampire couldn't put his finger on it, so he postponed the thought again. "If it helps you realize that I don't want to hurt Ana, you can ask whatever you want," Elijah said after a few silent seconds. "If possible, I'll answer them truthfully." He threw in the last sentence in case there were questions he didn't want to answer. After all, there was such a thing as privacy. And he would keep it for Ana's sake. "Anyway, I'm not here to kill her or hurt her," he concluded.

    with only a few words he could make it all make sense for the Original. his protectiveness over her. the slightly confrontational attitude. the worry he was causing more harm to her by being in her life than good. she was the only tie to family he had for longer than he can remember and since finding her again he'd done whatever he could to stay close to her, even at his own expense. if he wasn't so loyal to hell and the obligations he had there, he'd never leave her side. he doesn't dwell on those thoughts long if he can help it yet they still find a way in regardless.      he studies Elijah, analyzing the words as well as the intent behind speaking them. while he doubted that he would ever be truly convinced, he was willing to give him a chance. the smallest amount of trust had to be given somewhere and he could only hope he wasn't proven wrong. the fact he had to trust the man's character is getting a little easier to swallow.           “i don't know about you but i could use a drink first.”       as soon as he looks away he's moving. if they're going to clear the air then he'd prefer to do it with a glass in his hand. it'd give him a minute to think of what he wanted to ask. as much as he loves his sister, she wasn't very good at providing context. surely Elijah has to have some questions on why the hunters are so determined. he would if their places were reversed. "do you have anything or would you rather go find some?"

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When she throws away the improvised weapon, he follows the stake for a moment before looking back at her. It didn't seem right that someone would trust him so quickly. Normally, people remained absent and suspicious. A pleasant sight, if it was ever different.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth before he made his posture a little more relaxed, hell, he even leaned against the cool wall of the house and scrutinised Jackie more closely.

"The rest of the town?" He raised his eyebrows slightly. "If you mean the Salvatore brothers, definitely. They know me. Or other people here, but it doesn't matter. I'm not planning on doing anything at the moment. I observed."

Why did he reveal his plans to her? What could you call plans if he wasn't planning anything big? Apart from getting closer to the doppelganger?

"You're new here?" he asked again. "How long have you lived here? And with whom?" Was she part of Tylor Lockwood's pack? Or was there more?

she snorts out in a short laugh at his question, before covering her lips with her fingers. ❝should i know you ? ego much? ❞ she would assume that maybe he is one of the towns founding families, but most of those people seemed to be on that council - or at least connected to it. surely one of them wouldn't be a vampire - or maybe her assumption is wrong, maybe he wasn't.

no. he didn't even react when she broke the crate. no one normal would be so nonchalant. she is trusting her gut.

the name doesn't ring a bell, and against her better judgment, she sets the makeshift stake down. completely out of character really, to let her guard down enough to discard a weapon. he was friendlier than she had a tendency to be, which gave her a weird feeling. ❝elijah.❞ testing the name on her tongue - she doesn't answer him immediately. staring at him before taking a few steps forward. ❝ jackie - and now. fairly new. i assume you're someone important around here? does the rest of the town know you're a vampire?❞ clearly, she was in no mood to mince words, regardless of how intrigued she is.

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"Wait and see, love," Elijah smirked slightly. It took a moment before he arrived at his destination. A fountain, lit up with fairy lights and lanterns. It was a quiet evening, with only a few people around. Mostly couples who wanted to enjoy this special atmosphere.

"So where are we going?" She looked at him, slightly curious. "Not to something really suspicious or anything?" Alexa teased him. "I do like this. Doing this, together."

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It was understandable that Jessie found the place boring. Many people found it boring. Unlike Elijah. „I'm magicallydrawn to it,“ he mumbled in response, hunching hisshoulders curiously. „It's a feeling of familiarity and connection. So much began here, so much ended here.“ A brief expression of pain flitted across his face before he recollected himself. „People hardly change, there'ssomething normal about it,“ was the last thing to comefrom his lips. That sounded very boring when you lookedat it more closely.

i never wanted to miss this place.

THE SUN PEAKS OVER THE FALLS, causing a golden cast along the rocks. Jessie shrugs, resting her chin against her knee as she watches the water bounce and ripple along the lake. "It's borin'." Like most small towns are. She feels suffocated by the drama surrounding the doppelgänger and everything included. If Kol weren't here, she would've bolted awhile ago. "What do you like about it t'make you come back more than once?"

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Didn't he usually leave a trail of dead bodies? Usually noone found them because he took care of the disposal in time. So this was a different situation, especially sinceElijah was trying to keep a close eye on his enemies. Hedidn't want to fall into an ambush.

The original vampire smiled coolly at Calcifer's ambitions. His efforts to hear from Elijah were obvious and thevampire wanted to play along a little, wanted to knowmore, but in the end it didn't matter. He stood up for hisstandards, even if he broke them if he had to. In hisdeepest mind, the ‘red door’ didn't exist for nothing.

„Wouldn't a warning have been enough? Broken bones?“ Amused, he looked at the dead body. How many times hadhe killed? Just like that? His lips curled as he looked back at the other man.

„Good, the body should disappear inconspicuously. Otherwise too many people will ask,“ he ended hismonologue without further ado. He shoved his hands intothe jacket pocket of his woollen coat.

„Did he have any useful information?“

If the dead man had at least known something that was useful and he wasn't allowed to share this knowledge, hisdeath wouldn't have been quite so pointless. At least that'swhat Elijah told himself. The way Calcifer looked, though, the answer was no. But you never knew.

„And you should wash up too,“ the original vampiremuttered, handing the other a cloth handkerchief.

" is that a fucking body ? "

Calcifer drops said body down onto the ground, looking at Elijah with a bored expression on his face. "yeah, a body of water," he says, tongue flicking out to caress his canines before he smiles wide and holds out his arms in a wild gesture. "i killed him," he continues, proud of himself. he's always so eager to show off his prey, like a cat bringing home a mouse to its owner. for Calcifer, in this moment, Elijah is like his master, and here he offers up a prize like he thought he couldn't do it himself. of course, Calcifer is well aware that Elijah is quite able. in fact, he's certain the man has killed more than Calcifer could ever hope for, but regardless of all that, he still brings him his prey and leaves it at his feet, as if waiting for a pat on the head and 'good boy' to be uttered from his lips.

Calcifer is, in other words, eager to please. it's not very often that he feels this way, but there's something magnetic about Elijah that has him wanting to please him. so he continues with his charade, gesturing towards the dead body. "he disrespected you earlier. you remember ?? i couldn't have that. he had to go." he'll clean up his mess, of course. he kept it rather clean this time. he's picked up a thing or two while in Elijah's presence- he'd pulled the man's heart from his chest and called it good enough. not before torturing him for a bit, of course, just to see what he knows, if he knew anything at all. disappointingly, the man didn't know anything of value. still, it was fun. "don't worry, i'll clean it up. you won't get anything on your suit."

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Elijah said nothing in response to her words, but very slowly put his arms around her and then lifted her onto his arm. He smiled down at her briefly. ‘Hold on,’ even though he was sure he wouldn't let her fall, he didn't want her to feel any more uncomfortable. And running at vampire speed for the first time was... exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. There was a tugging in the stomach area, you felt light-headed. Certainly inappropriate in her condition.

It really didn't take long before they were standing outside his hotel room. With Ana still in his arms, he unlocked the door and ushered her into the bathroom without hesitation. The hotel room was chic and classically furnished, and the bathtub was huge. You could really sink into it.

He carefully lowered Ana onto the toilet seat so that she could sit down and then turned on the tap so that hot water could flow into the bath. He pushed the plug down so that it stayed in the bath. Various oils, bubble baths and fragrances could be found at the end of the bath. He would leave it to Ana to choose them if she wanted to.

„You just have to adjust the temperature,“ he handed her a small remote control with + and - on it. In the centre was a display showing 39 degrees. There was also a button with a few bubbles on it. An integrated whirlpool.

Meanwhile, he went back out of the door and looked for a fluffy bathrobe, a wine glass and a whisky glass, which he filled with liquids and then came back into the bathroom. He placed them on the tray over the bath.

„I'd order you something from room service. Do you fancy anything in particular?“ He didn't want to order something she didn't like in the end.

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. He was glad that Ana was back with him and the hunters were dead on the ground. Besides, she looked better than Elijah had feared. He had expected her to look different. As she struggled towards the exit, he stayed behind her. Mainly to catch her if she fell. But she made it outside, daylight greeted her brightly. Elijah put his hand on her arm to make her stop. „You know I could get us moving faster if you want. A hot bath and drink in my hotel room?“ He wouldn't clean himself up until she felt better. Until then, he would have to change his clothes, but that wasn't a problem for the vampire. He offered to carry her in his arms. His speed allowed them to get out of here as quickly as possible. But he didn't want to do it without her consent.

     she's careful to distribute her weight as lightly as possible, afraid to trust her strength and that it wouldn't fail. one missed step and she'd lose not only her footing but her composure. so many times she's been through this and she knew how to handle the aftermath of a run-in with hunters. the physical healing was nothing compared to the mental torment she endured each time and it's practically a guarantee she'll face it again.      as much as she didn't want him to witness it, the relief she'd felt at seeing him suddenly appear was hard to ignore. wounded pride aside, it's nice to know he's someone she can rely on. that thought alone kept her from recoiling at his touch, tempted by the offer while part of her foolishly wanted to argue. now isn't the time for that. she's weak and who knew how long she'd been gone or how long it would take her to feel like herself again.       she manages a nod at his suggestion, squinting at the sunlight that was a little jarring. it was hard to decide which she looked forward to more: a drink, a bath, or getting away from this place and everything that happened since she was brought there.        "that's probably for the best. i'd rather not add falling on my face to my list of injuries, all things considered. i'd never be able to live that down."

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„You know,“ Elijah began, looking at the demon with a certain glint in his eye that was hard to grasp. Curiosity? Amused? „Wishes are dangerous, but vital. Without one, you quickly lose hope of a better life. Whether it comes true in the end or there's a back door... well, let's just say I've seen it backfire often enough, just like you.“

He hadn't answered the question yet, but if Caleb was philosophising, the vampire could do exactly the same. It was like a cat-and-mouse game between the two of them. Would it come down to a turf war? Unlikely, but there was always the possibility in the end. There were far too many open variables in this meeting.

„I don't have one wish,“ Elijah finally began to answer the question of all questions. „I'm building another life for myself right now, away from my family.“ He wasn't lying about what he said. He missed his siblings, but the peace that came with the distance was very welcome. No more sacrifice. No more war. No brother trying to keep everything under control „So it would be nice to keep the peace.“ He knew Caleb could immediately disagree. It wasn't quiet around Ana. „I don't mean that everything is safe and sound. But it's different from my previous life and I enjoy that. I want to keep that.“

He had revealed himself. Now Caleb carried the ball in his hands. „And you?“

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. Elijah grinned slightly at Caleb's statement. He hadn't commented on his words, but that didn't matter. He probably didn't want to show himself vulnerable, as the two of them kept circling each other. Sniffing each other, you could say. They were acting together because of Ana and had become closer, but so far they had kept their distance. Elijah tried to bridge this distance, he wanted to know who he was travelling with and where it would take him. "As long as I've been on Earth, it's obvious that I know the feeling,“ he grinned in response. Every ancient being knew the feeling of finding out what they wanted and what they didn't want. What their deepest desires were. "But if you're secretive, so am I,“ he winked at him and leaned back, relaxed. This wasn't about power, but Elijah wouldn't pull any punches if the other didn't. "A wish against a wish.“ Simple, but effective. If you needed/wanted to get to know each other, you would have to reveal yourself.

     he knew it was a reasonable response to give and yet he felt uneasy upon hearing it. that question hadn't been answered and he wasn't certain asking it would achieve that end. if the vampire and his sister are intimate then it wasn't truly any of his business and he did his best not to involve himself in her life too much.       what right did he have to play big brother when he spent most of his time away from her? he could tell himself that it was to keep her safe all he wanted but when it really came down to it, it wasn't a fight he wished to have. in the end regardless of how badly he wanted to know, if the trouble she's found herself in had gotten worse he should trust in her ability to look after herself without his supervision.      at best he could hope for a truce with Elijah, or something similar to it that wouldn't be on shaky ground for as long as the two were in each other's company. no hard feelings against him, he's simply unclear on what his motives were and only time will tell if they were malicious. he didn't think they were and that judgment would have to be enough for now. ideally they could even form a friendship.      he'd never been good at those, though.        "being secretive is one of the things demons are best at," he gives his own crooked grin. he had many talents but as far as being secretive, Ana held the trophy. he'd always been an open book kind of person, preferring to lay it all on the table than keep his cards hidden. that trait's served him well over the years, even saved his life.      how far would it get him now?        "wishes are dangerous things. i've seen them backfire too many times and all too quickly you find yourself with more than you bargained for if you aren't careful." he saw it every day in the deals he made. despite that, he decides to offer some kind of a peace offering. "if you could have anything, what would it be?"