Once whatever crap Enzo gave you is out of your system and magic works on you again I’m going to give you my blood and heal you. Okay? But in the meantime, there’s something Iw ant you to know. You are a terrible friend, you know that? Do you have any idea what I’d have to go through if you’d died today? Years of guilt. Crippling, self-loathing guilt. Not to mention the resentment I’d feel if I was forced to break in a new drinking buddy. You’re not supposed to die for me, Bon. Neither is my brother. But no matter what I say or how hard I drill it into your skulls, you’re not gonna stop trying, which is why I have to take myself out of the equation. It all ends tomorrow. You’ll never have to worry about me again.

Damon