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somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

[Weeeeeeeeeeell it both does and doesn't. She pauses for a moment, when she finally finds the tendrils of the spell resting in Elena's memory and she pulls back with a frown.]

I can certainly try. But if my theory is correct, she is still bound to Dahlia. Which means she is stronger than me and her magic is more stable than mine.

[There were some pros and cons to being bound to Dahlia, but a lot of the cons outweighed the pros by a mile.]

I can attempt to brute force it, but I worry that that will erase the memory entirely, and that won't help us. But I can work on it, and see if there's a sneaky way around it.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[interpersonal]

( elena considers the theory for a split second, and decides that she is inclined to believe it, as well. as short as her interaction was with the mirror, she behaved more like what dahlia has been described to be than freya herself.

a shiver threatens to run down her spine, but elena nods again in conviction. )

I'll help however I can. ( she may not be able to do much, but if there's something, she'd want to do it. )

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

[Freya nods in agreement with a small smile, before reaching down to give her hands a squeeze.]

For right now, though, try not to worry too much. If she needs that much blood, it's likely a rather large spell she's working on. We have time.

[Meaning don't stress yourself into another panic attack, Elena.]

Just do not tell my brother I said that, because he will vehemently disagree.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[interpersonal]

( freya's practicality has often been a source of comfort to elena, and this time is no different.

so elena chooses to believe her: it makes sense, and they have time.

she finally manages to return a smile, giving freya's hands a light squeeze in return. )

Your secret is safe with me. I'd rather we take our time to prepare instead of letting our emotions rule on this one. ( it's how people tend to get sloppy. )

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

You and I both.

[She nods, before taking a deep breath.]

I am sorry, Elena. That I couldn't do more to help you.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[interpersonal]

( elena mimics freya's earlier gesture. she is the one who takes freya's hands in her own. perhaps for some this alone would seem an abomination, mikaelson and petrova, linked together by a harrowing experience neither orchestrated. )

I know I can tell you that you have nothing to be sorry for, and it won't make a difference.

( it didn't for her, after all, when people would insist her parents' death was not her fault. )

So I do. I forgive you. But promise me you'll try to forgive yourself.

somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.

[deathlessness]

[She nods slowly, but she can't really make any promises there. Forgiveness is not something that comes easily to any Mikaelson, especially when the person they're forgiving is themselves.]

I'll work on it.

[But again, no promises.]