Damon: Well, he's got his daylight ring back. We're all set for a picnic.
.Elena: He's lucky he has a brother who looks out for him. Otherwise, you might have pawned it for a pinball machine
.Damon: Hmm.
.Elena: You're suspiciously quiet. Tell me what Qetsiyah said back at the cabin.
.Damon: She told me that we don't stand a chance.
.Elena: And what does she know about us?
?Damon: Well, she told me a very interesting little story about the history of doppelgängers, how they're fated to fall in love with each other. Basically, the universe programmed you to fall in love with Stefan, not me, which means...We're a lost cause no matter what we do. I'm paraphrasing
.Elena: The univers?
Damon: Her words, not mine.
.Elena: So, she's crazy
?Damon: Maybe. Maybe she's not.
.Elena: Look. I know I spent the last couple days focusing on trying to find Stefan, but that has nothing to do with how I feel about you, and I'm not gonna let Silas' two thousand-year-old ex-girlfriend screw things up between us.
.Damon: What, you think I am? I mean, no one tells me how I live my life, no one tells me who I love, especially not some vindictive prehistoric witch, and definitely not the universe. And I'm not gonna let someone else's idea of destiny stop me from loving you or being with you or building a future with you, because you are my life.
[Elena, touched deeply by his speech, leans in to kiss him right when Stefan starts waking up on the sofa. Elena turns to see Stefan sitting and standing up.]
