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( This doesn't track. Caroline, he, and Hope - they didn't revert back completely. )

You are human. Completely?

I wonder if the gates had a separate effect, depending on where it is we hailed from. Me and a few compatriots merely had our power diminished but we are still very dead.

[powerofgod]

Yes.

Your idea has some merit. We are from very different worlds, with different iterations of what it means to be a vampire.

when ... you magically decide Klaus is at Coachella

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And your iteration seems to have been less than, what's the word... Sustaining. It's not the exact word I'd grasp, but I accepted a 'party drug' from a passerby and I do believe it's taking effect.

[powerofgod]

( good job insulting him, klaus. )

In any case.

( it is a way of politely saying that he does not consider the matter worth discussing. )

I take no issue with being human. I welcome it, in fact.

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( They're different vampires. it's okay, Godric. )

Then by all means. Embrace everything human.

[powerofgod]

How fares Caroline?

( no doubt, they've discussed the matter. godric has grown fond of her, young as she is. )

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To be quite honest, we aren't on speaking terms presently. Had I mentioned Caroline before to you?

[powerofgod]

You had not, but I assumed a connection.

( they are a small population, and keeping tabs on each other is a manner of survival. )

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She's been sharing things, has she. I suppose I haven't exactly played things close to my impeccably tailored vest.

She mentioned me?

[powerofgod]

Not as damningly as you might expect. But a connection was not difficult to extrapolate.

( one of his human collaborators had something to say on the subject as well. )

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Yes. You'd said. Let's leave at that, then. We're connected, Caroline and I. Now, in one more way.

It is strange, to be at what feels like less than half my strength. To be feeling the effects of drink, to be felled by a late night of not sleeping.