It takes her a minute to actually get the words out. As she does, they're punctuated by pauses as she struggles around them. There's a part of her that still can't believe that that happened.

And there's a part of her that needs to face it.

"Stefan ... forced me to drink his blood," she says softly. One hand comes up to brush away the tears, but they are just going to be replaced by new ones anyway. "And then he almost drove us off the Wickery Bridge."