Stefan shrugs, not having an answer for her. He barely understands the lack of fear himself, especially given that he could kill her before she had time to comprehend what he was doing. If he wanted to, he could do it and it would be done and over with in a matter of seconds. That's now who he is anymore, though. He's done with that part of himself, that part of his life. It had been a dark time and he'd been in a bad place; killing had been an escape from the rest of the world, where it at least succeeded in pleasing his vampire nature where he'd been unable to satisfy any other part of himself.

He'd been a failure as a person, but he'd been magnificent as a vampire. A monster. Stefan didn't like thinking about those days. They were behind him and belonged there - in the past.

He tries his hand at Spanish again, showing her his tablet. Broken Spanish to match broken French.

No es malo. Historias mal.

( translation | not evil. stories wrong. )