"I'll be alive and well soon enough." He smiled, then, softly. "Tell me it won't hurt. Tell me you won't forever remember what it was like, dying here, murdered on a whim. Tell me they won't take leave a piece of you behind when they bring you back."

The sentiment was smooth on his tongue, and some of it was even sincere. The bloodshed didn't touch him very deeply; it couldn't, not any longer. But that didn't mean he approved. And Damon...well. Some people he simply didn't want to watch die. Some people he'd rather protect.

Everyone had their preferences, after all.