Look, I know why you did what you did. But it's not real. You know what's real? The way you felt for me. You once told me it was the most real thing you ever felt in your life.
Oh, come on, Elena. You've compelled enough people to know it's just a way of covering the truth. And no matter how badly you want it done, it doesn't make it any less of a lie.
Look. I get how I'm supposed to feel, but I know how I actually feel and I'm happy now. What if I look at him and my old feelings break through the compulsion?
Well let's see, Ric... I clawed my way out of some retro pocket-universe only to find that I needed to compel myself a new change of clothes because this anti-magic hamster ball is keeping me from going home, and then I find out that my best friend, rather than doing anything about it, decided that it was the best use of his time to compel my beautiful and lovely girlfriend to forget that she ever loved me. I'm great, Ric! Thanks for asking.
That's it? That's your outgoing message. Really? I mean, the one time I'm actively seeking the sound of your voice, that's all I get. Perfect. Anyway, I'm in your room - which is a lot less weird than it sounds. But I just wanted to say that, because of what you did for me, today is the day I get to see Elena. So thank you, and...I'm sorry. Other than that, I don't know what to say or what I'm supposed to say except that, defying all possible global scenarios...I might miss you a little bit.
Okay, how's this: my best friend, he just came from the dead but now I have to save him from a vampire hunter before he's driven across an anti-magic border and killed...again. So here's some friendly advice: it's probably a good idea to stay as far away from me as possible.
(to Alaric) While I'm sealing this wound, I want you to think about how you tried to compel one of the smartest women on campus to forget about her date with you. The date where I single-handedly saved dozens of lives without smearing my makeup.
[To Matt and Sarah] I keep trying to cancel Bonnie's phone, but I can't without her PIN. Why can't I remember her PIN?
[Losing control of his ferocity and savagery, Jeremy slams his smartphone down on the pool table, smashing it into pieces. He holds up his hand, which is cut open with jagged pieces of the broken phone embedded in it and is shaking slightly. Jeremy stares at it for a moment, then resumes his ferocity and savagery, swinging his hand through a bottle of alcohol that sits on the pool table, shattering it and sending glass flying everywhere, then pounding his fist into the pool table repeatedly and repeatedly.]