[closed] if you must die, sweetheart,

[eyething]

Who: Damon Salvatore, Peter Parker, and Clementine + others
Where: Real side and mirror side
When: Length of the event/aftermath of the event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A bunch of closed starters for these characters throughout the Event. Let me know here if you want a specific shenanigan, and I'll set up something for you!
The Story: Starters below.

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[eyething]

( Damon hesitates, stopping at the question, before he turns to look back at Fitz. He can't say he has any idea what Fitz is talking about. Maybe he should, but he's almost two hundred years old, and he's done plenty of terrible things. Trying to help doesn't generally sound like him. )

Was I trying to help when?

[hypoxic]

Last week -- when everything was.

[He shifts, pulling himself back upright.]

Well. the way it was.

Did you use your abilities to help people?

[Is there anything good in him?]

[eyething]

[ Damon doesn't know why it matters. He's not good. He never claims to be, and he always has trouble admitting to what he does right. Or good. To anyone. He healed Lucifer, and Lucifer would have died otherwise, but Damon doesn't mention that. ]

I tried to save my girl, and I failed.

I didn't do anything else after that.

[ Damon could not pull himself away from Elena to help anyone else, to do anything else, and he has no regrets when it comes to that. She was terrified. He was switched with his mirror once. ]

[hypoxic]

Your blood can heal.

[It seems gauche to suggest something so common to Klaus. But doesn't Damon know Peter? Why isn't Peter allowed to benefit in the same ways that Fitz did during the last event? Klaus kept him alive while Peter was scraping along half-dead.]

Have you ever considered its applications during emergencies?

[eyething]

Gee. No.

That has never occurred to me before at all, and I absolutely have never used it like that. [ Except where he has, but what is admitting that. and why the hell would he? ] My eyes have been open. Thank you, portal-creator who is responsible for letting all the mirrors come over and murder people on this side.

[ Can you hear the sarcasm in his voice, Fitz?

Cause it's dripping on every single word, and now he's done with this conversation, turning around and leaving the way he came. He can't say he gives a shit what Fitz thinks about him as long as he's still scared enough to not be a threat to someone he loves. ]