-Elena I’m guessing you're not here to plan the path for your future. You're looking out for me. 

Stefan: hope that's ok. You know, I wanted to be a doctor, Before everything happened, But, uh, then I couldn't,  

-Elena: the blood. 

-Stefan: yeah. I’ve dabbled in a bunch of different things, though.

-Elena: didn't love anything enough to stick to it? 

-Stefan: no, I—I loved it all. I just--I had to move on before. Anybody could notice that I wasn't getting any older.

-Elena: how long before that would happen?

-Stefan: few years, usually. Sometimes shorter. 

-Elena: and you always left. 

-Stefan: I didn't have a choice. So what about-- what about you? What are your, uh, plans for the future? 

Elena: I don't wanna talk about my future, Stefan, Because everything you're saying is making it perfectly clear that you're not gonna be in it.  

-Stefan: Elena, it's not that I don't wanna be in it. 

Elena: you can't. I get it. I heard you the first time and the second time, And I appreciate you looking out for me,  but,please, if you're gonna leave, then just go.