She knows he's done something to her as he mouth opens involuntarily and she begins telling him of the fragmented dreams and images that have been plaguing her for months now. She starts with the first one, the one she had three days before her parents accident and finishing with the one from just the day before- of her in a raging inferno and him bleeding and screaming out for her in agony while Emily's amber pendant swings back and forth between the images as they float languidly through her mind and out of her open mouth. By the time she finishes, she is panting she has been speaking so fast- reeling off image after horrifying, loving image at a speed she didn't even know it was possible to go at. Tears slip down her cheeks, but she can barely feel them; so used to waking up with them coursing across her face that she barely pays them any attention anymore. The sense of detachment she feels to the images now scares her, but some instinct- dormant and forgotten tells her it won't last, that this is all Damon, that she'll be herself again soon enough.

He drops his hypnotic gaze, letting it fall to the sheets below them while still cradling her face tenderly between his hands as he struggles to control his feelings; impossible elation and joy that she really is Katherine, but slightly bitter disappointment at her lack of knowledge. Whatever happened to make her human, to bring her forward so very far in time, to put her here, in mystic falls at the precise time he came back, also took away all of her knowledge of her previous life. Why she was slowly beginning to get vague glimpses of them now, he had no idea. But he was determined to find out: starting with that little witch Emily's spell book. He was sure she had something to do with it, only she would have had the power to grant him such a perfect and impossible second chance. And maybe that book of hers would tell him how to get Katherine's memories back so she could be fully, completely and utterly his and they could finally have the life he has waited almost one hundred and fifty years for.

She's is aware she just told him everything but she can't bring herself to feel the usual shame that comes with over sharing something so personal. Instead, she simply feels acceptance that she's told him, he deserved to know after all. But still, something niggles at the back of her mind as she watches him mull over what she's just told him and she catches herself saying quietly, but with a distinctive edge to her voice- as though it's not entirely her speaking

"You will not do that to me again Damon. I won't be made to do anything against my will. You should be well aware of that by now." He stares at her in contemplation before slowly nodding his head in acquiescence- never once breaking eye contact with her as he bows to her wishes. She still isn't sure exactly what he did, she only knows it was something unnatural- the name dances tauntingly through the back of her mind; infuriatingly out of reach as she stares him down. With a sigh and a small smile, she drops her gaze as she quietly enquires "So, what do you think this is then, if not reincarnation?"

His gaze narrows as he stares fixedly at the sheets beneath him before suddenly jumping up; pulling her easily with him and sweeping over to his closet to retrieve as clean shirt. Striding back towards the chair, he grabs their jackets, muttering lowly "I've got a fair few ideas" while tossing hers easily over to her and donning his own as she watches him bemusedly. He speeds quickly over to the doorway, grasping her chin as he nears her and whispering fervently "we've got ourselves a little whit witch to find...and you've got an aunt to do some explaining to."