"You were there." It's faintly reproving.

It isn't a story. He can say this now, because it was.

Once upon a time -- days ago -- it was a story of life before him, before all of them, before all of this, to be told with all the other stories of bygone eras. And then, with the click of a door handle the perspective skewed entirely.





Carlisle already knows this all. Carlisle was there.

"You wanted to, but I stopped you."