I just...wish it hadn't all backfired in my face. In everyone's face. I look at Spike now and all I can think about is that. And Myri, oh my god Myri.

[She knows, deep down, that what Vi says is true. Elena just wishes it was enough to make her feel better.

She lets out another heavy breath, before she looks down, digging her spoon into the ice cream and sticking it into her mouth. Now if only the cold would numb the rest of her the way it tried to numb her tongue.]