[ personally, katherine is quite bored of this conversation. it cycles in and out, like fashion. while a fan, she isn't one of this why? why not? they dance to. stefan continues to step on her feet and she tries to lead; they push and bump and stumble over one another, often with disastrous results. ]

[ but she knows they'll never quite break out of the cycle — he trusts her not and she trusts him too little. but katherine is tired of fighting a stone wall, one that had once appeared warm, but is now freezing to her touch. ]

[ — and she wants to get rid of her virtual cow. ]

[ her lip curls up: ] Only one of us is miserable.

[ and it certainly isn't her. katherine is as content as one can be when a fugitive. she lives her life the way she wishes to, albeit, she would change a few things around, shift the way the universe deals out her cards, but, nonetheless, katherine pierce does as she has always wanted. she has never been miserable in her immortal life. annoyed, desperate, hurt, loved, and scared, but never miserable. ]

Ask me what you really want, Stefan. And you'll get your inconvenient truth.