"I just wish Hayley had said something, I could have helped her find her parents, I don't know why she'd need a sacrifice for that. I told them I'd help them, but what good did I do." No matter what, part of Tyler is going to still blame himself. He can't help it. The guilt is heavy in his chest, like it might crush him.
It's already too late.
Even if he left now, the damage is done. And maybe once upon a time Tyler would have said fuck it and left, fuck everyone else it's not his problem. But Tyler's not that guy anymore. And even if he should walk away, he can't. He can't just try a blind eye and know Klaus is still around terrorizing everyone else. He can't.
Besides, Caroline would never leave. She'd never abandon Saint Stefan and he's not entirely sure she even wants to leave Klaus these days (and that bothers him on so many levels, watching your girlfriend slowly fall for the guy who abused you? it's fucked up shit). And Bonnie wouldn't either. Or Matt. They're too good. They care too much.
They all care too much and it doesn't do any fucking good. It doesn't change anything.
They never win.
"Where would I go? You think he'd let me?" Tyler's made himself a target, and he knows now that for the rest of his life (however long that is, and it could be forever as he's part vampire now) Klaus is going to be breathing down his neck, making sure he's miserable.
"Besides, it wouldn't be right."
Friends help their friends. He remembers standing idly by while Jules and the other wolves tried to hurt Caroline. He can't stand idly by now. He just can't. He wishes he could sometimes. It'd be so much easier.
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It's already too late.
Even if he left now, the damage is done. And maybe once upon a time Tyler would have said fuck it and left, fuck everyone else it's not his problem. But Tyler's not that guy anymore. And even if he should walk away, he can't. He can't just try a blind eye and know Klaus is still around terrorizing everyone else. He can't.
Besides, Caroline would never leave. She'd never abandon Saint Stefan and he's not entirely sure she even wants to leave Klaus these days (and that bothers him on so many levels, watching your girlfriend slowly fall for the guy who abused you? it's fucked up shit). And Bonnie wouldn't either. Or Matt. They're too good. They care too much.
They all care too much and it doesn't do any fucking good. It doesn't change anything.
They never win.
"Where would I go? You think he'd let me?" Tyler's made himself a target, and he knows now that for the rest of his life (however long that is, and it could be forever as he's part vampire now) Klaus is going to be breathing down his neck, making sure he's miserable.
"Besides, it wouldn't be right."
Friends help their friends. He remembers standing idly by while Jules and the other wolves tried to hurt Caroline. He can't stand idly by now. He just can't. He wishes he could sometimes. It'd be so much easier.