A lot of people have tried to shoot you, but they weren't your friend. Not like how he'd been to you.

[ Had she and Harry been friends at the time he'd dropped the grenade, chances are she wouldn't have been able to forgive him or trust him either.

Her hands tighten over her lap at the mention of her panic attack. Elena doesn't need that reminder, and she closes her eyes and drops her head because of it. ]

I never expected him to come back. I never expected to have to face him again. He should've stayed dead, Nate, and I know it is getting tiring having to hear that and...

And I don't know. It's a fear, okay? I'm afraid.

[ Her hands wring tighter and she does her best to ignore the catch in her voice. ]

What's the best thing to do when you're afraid? You don't run from your fears. You have to face them— I have to face him.

One day at a time.