— Mayor? Is that you?
— What are you doing here?
— I'm a vampire. What is your excuse? No, really.
– What are you doing here?
– A failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing.
— As long as you heard it.
— Wait, huh? What? You have no sense of humor, Stefan.
— Actually, I just have no sense of Damon humor.
— Damon humor?
– You know, I came in this town wanting to destroy it. Tonight I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen? I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me.
– Maybe it is.
– No. No, that's reserved for my brother and you and Bonnie.
You know, I first met Isobel when I was a teenager. I fell in love with her instantly, although I'm pretty sure she never loved me. She was special. Part of why I hate the vampires so much is because of what she became. How it ruined her. And I never would've sent her to Damon had I known she wanted to turn. It's my fault. I'm telling you this because I hope... maybe you'd understand.