BLOOD BROTHERS

Damon and I kneeled next to Stefan's body, as he drifted in and out of consciousness. "Stefan." Damon said, "Stefan."

"Stefan." I called his name too, and through the slits in his eyes, he looked up at me. "I love you, Stefan. You're gonna be okay."

Damon didn't let me say anymore, as he grabbed my shoulders and helped me up. We went back outside of the cell, and I watched through the bars as Stefan looked miserable. I swallowed guiltily, feeling bad for being the one to put him in there.

"It's so hard to see him locked up like this." I mused to Damon.

"You're the one who locked him up." He retorted.

I looked at him for a second, then nodded, "Yeah, I did." I admitted.

"Hey," Damon came over to me, "You're doing something for the greater good, Ariana. I mean, we couldn't have him running around chewing on people, while the town was looking for vampires, now, could we?"

I smirked at him, and said, "It's not just because of that. You care about him."

He scoffed, "I don't "care", Ariana. That's your thing, not mine."

"Everybody cares, Damon." I argued, facing him. "It's something that never goes away."

"And so you believe that I have that... ability," He said, getting even closer, his eye brows raising for a second.

"I do." I said, blinking a couple times.

He stared at me for a few seconds, his ice-blue eyes searching my face for... I don't know... something. He raised his hand, and I looked at him in question as his fingers placed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. He kept his hand there, the warmth radiated into my skin, making me involuntarily shiver.

"I may care," Damon said after what seemed like an hour, "But not for Stefan." That to me, was an obvious lie. But with him looking at me like... like I was the only thing in the world, it made it hard to remember how the hell the conversation ended like this. His gaze looked down to my lips, and something in his eyes changed.

Before he could move any closer, I whispered as a warning, "Damon..." Stefan was right next to us, in the cell! What the hell was Damon doing! "Damon." I said again, once it seemed like he hadn't heard me the first time. Our lips were only inches away from each other, his hands on my face, and my heart beat was so fast that it felt like it was about to rip out of my chest.

Since he wasn't listening to me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I reached up, wrapped my fingers around his wrists, and pushed him away. He looked disappointed, hurt, and upset, but I remained wary, indifferent to his emotions. Confusion invaded my emotions, and I glanced away, feeling a little awkward while trying to remain neutral.

He swallowed, and apologized, "Sorry... I - I - " He gave up his speech, and shook his head. Turning around, he proceeded to walk back to the main floor, "I'll see you upstairs. Don't go into the cellar."

I stayed in the basement for about another half hour, keeping to my own thoughts. Why had Damon done that? I knew we were friends... but I was with Stefan. I loved Stefan. Damon should've known better than to do that. If I hadn't have stopped him, who knew what would've happened.

I checked up on Stefan again; he was still asleep. He'd be okay, I'd make sure of it. Nothing could make me give up on him, he was the reason I got up everyday, to see him smiling and happy.

Walking back up into the living room and parlor, I saw Damon standing by a table filled with collection of different alcohols, fiddling with a circular object. It was the device that Pearl had handed to Damon the other day, which resembled the bronze pocket watch Jonathan Gilbert had owned. Damon scrutinized the device, trying to figure out what it was, since its function remained anonymous.

"Did you ever figured out what it is?" I asked Damon, trying to clear the air of awkwardness between us. I walked over to my bad on the couch, and packed up my clothes and necessities I had brought to the boarding house, to keep an eye on Stefan; make sure he was alright.

"Nope," he said, not turning around, "Whatever it is, it doesn't work."

He was only saying that because he didn't know what it was. "Pearl didn't say anything else about it?" I asked him.

"She thought she was stealing his vampire compass," He replied, "But that was a pocket watch. That Jonathan Gilbert was a crazy scientist." A pause, "Have you spoken to your uncle lately?"

"No, I'm not exactly looking forward to having a conversation with him." I responded, confused as to why he was asking. Probably something about vampires. "And anyways, I've been here most nights." I sometimes slept at the boarding house in one of the extra bedrooms, not completely comfortable to sleep in Stefan's empty room. That was why I needed the change of clothes.

He turned around and looked at me, questioning, "So, you'll be here again tonight?"

"Yes." I answered, "Do you mind?"

"Of course I do." He said sarcastically, and smirked, "You're a complete nuisance."

Yep, this Damon made much more sense than the one thirty minutes ago. "Thanks." I commented sarcastically.

"I'm kidding." He said, smiling, "You can come whenever you like."

"Great." I placed my packed bag over my shoulder, "See you later."

Back home, I quickly unpacked my dirty clothing, and exchanged it for a couple pairs of black jeans, long-sleeve shirts, bras, panties, tank tops, shorts, and even a dress. Who knew, I may need it sometime.

I called Damon, wanting to check up on Stefan. I knew I was being a control freak, but I couldn't help but be overly worried about my boyfriend. It was hard to leave him for even a few hours in his condition.

"What's up?" He wondered on the other end.

"I'm just grabbing some clothes, and then I'll be right over." I said while rummaging through my walk-in closet, "How's Stefan."

"Extra broody." He replied, and I rolled my eyes. "Hold on." I waited while he talked with someone on the other line, who knew who it was? "He won't eat anything."

I took a deep breath. "He needs to eat." I stated, "What his favorite type of, you know..."

"Animal blood?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Ew." He pretended to be repulsed, "Gross."

"Damon, really, what does he like?" I asked.

He chuckled, as if thinking about his own personal joke, then responded, "Stefan likes... Puppy blood..." What?! "Little golden retriever puppies with cute, floppy little ears." I rolled my eyes once I realized immediately that he was teasing me, "That's his favorite."

I scoffed, then fake pouted, "Poor puppy."

"Yeah, Stefan's creepy that way." He said.

I shook my head in disbelief, "Whatever. I'll be there in a few."

"See you." He said, "Bye,"

"Bye." After hanging up, I hitched my newly packed bag over my shoulder, and closed the closet door. A gasped in fear when I saw someone standing right there. I let out a breath of air when I realized it was just John.

"Sorry," He said, knowing that he had frightened me.

"Uncle John." I tried to say politely, "I didn't see you there. What's up?"

"I thought we could talk." He said vaguely, "We haven't had a chance to catch up."

Yeah, why do you think I am avoiding you, I thought. "Um... What did you want to talk about?" I questioned in anticipation.

"Well..." John took a long pause, and then his eyes hardened, "...I know you know."

I took a deep breath and pretended to be ignorant, "Know what?" Luckily, my voice didn't waver, though it didn't fool him.

"It's silly to keep pretending," John said obviously, "What do you think your mother would say, if she knew you were dating a vampire?"

Well, now I was certain he knew, about everything. About Stefan, Damon, the council. Great, what was going to happen now? Oh, wait, then, he had to go and pull the "mother would say" card. Like, seriously? Did he have no sympathy at all?

I knew that this was just one way for him to express his concern without really showing any emotions, but he said it in a way as if he was superior to anyone else. That attitude kind of annoyed me. And so, I then questioned dryly, "Which mother; the dead one, or the one that's undead?" I raised my eyebrows, and then brushed past his shocked face, heading back over to the Salvatore boarding house.

Stefan sat on the floor in the cellar, even though there was a bench provided. His knees were bent up, and he rested his muscled forearms on them as his face turned completely towards the ground. I watched through the cell bars, and eventually asked, "How you feeling? Damon says you need to drink that." I pointed to the plastic bottle filled with a dark red liquid: animal blood, that was on the ground in front of him. "It'll make you strong again." Then I smiled, and joked lightheartedly, "Can't survive without it."

Stefan was dead serious as he said, "I don't want to survive."

"What?" I choked out, worried, "Don't say that."

"I'm sorry, Ariana." His head turned up to me, his haunted eyes finding mine. "No more. After what I've done, to you, to everybody; it has to end. I just want it over."

He couldn't be serious? But by the way he looked, it seemed he was. I turned my face away, and bit my lip. Stefan couldn't die. The whole reason of locking him up was so that he'd be able to make his own decisions and not be a slave to the blood. But now... this wasn't what I'd imagine he'd say. I was willing to forgive him, so why wouldn't he forgive himself?

"He's just being dramatic." Damon said as he poured himself a drink in the parlor. "He's not gonna starve himself."

"I'm still very worried about him." I told Damon.

"You shouldn't be," Damon said, walking over to the table that separated us. "He just feels bad about hurting that girl. It's very typical Stefan martyr stuff. It will pass." He shrugged, and gulped down his glass of bourbon.

"I hope so." I thought aloud, "He seemed to be in a lot of pain." I hurt me just to see Stefan like that. It made me feel sick.

"Yeah, well, that will pass, too, once he eats." Damon emphasized the last word.

I gave him a look, "I didn't just mean physical pain."

"I know what you meant." Damon sighed. "Look, are you gonna be okay if I have to run out? I have to go to an errand with the teacher."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Alaric?"

"Yep." Damon replied. Wondered what the "errand" was. Right now, though, I found the task at hand more important. If Damon felt the need to tell me, then he would. Putting his jacket on, he advised, "You should stay up here. You shouldn't be down there by yourself."

"I'll be fine." I stated.

"You know..." He took a pause, "You're very trusting of him, given the circumstances."

I nodded, "Of course I trust him." I knew that wasn't what he had asked, but I couldn't think of a better answer at the time.

Damon nodded, then said, "I won't be long. Be careful."

"'Kay," I said, and I watched as he disappeared out through the living room door.

Damon technically didn't say I had to stay up on the main floor, he just said I should. So, I went back down to the basement, and waited for Stefan - who now sat on the bench - to figure out that I wasn't leaving until he drank the animal blood.

"You know, Damon hasn't fed me vervain in a while." He finally said, turning to look up at me, trying to scare me, again. "I could be at those bars in a flash, and you'd be dead."

"Yeah, I guess you could," I said agreeing with him, "But you won't."

"Please just go away." He said, looking up at me through his lashes, "I don't want you here."

He was lying, I knew it, and so did he. Though, he continued to try to make it seem as if I was bothersome, an obstacle in his otherwise "perfect" day. In most situations, I'd listen to Stefan, and go along with his plans because I trusted him. But right now, this problem was about him, and he was in no position to tell me what to do.

I entered the cell, the door creaking loudly as the rusted metal corroded against each other, and Stefan's head snapped up. "What are you doing?" He asked, panicked, "Get out of here."

The cell really was a depressing place to be in, and I almost felt sorry for Stefan. "No." I said, shaking my head.

"You're taking a stupid risk." he stated, "I could hurt you."

"Then I guess I'm stupid, and an idiot." I said with a faked smile. I turned serious, letting my concern for him show, as I bent down and picked up the bottle filled with blood. I tried not to think about the thick blood-red liquid as it sloshed in my palm. Holding it out to Stefan, I said, "You need to drink this."

Stefan looked at me for a minute, then he ordered, "Ariana, please get out of here, or you'll regret it."

"Drink." I ignored his last comment.

Using his vampire speed, he flashed right off the wooden bench, and appeared before me, his vampire features showing as he growled, "I said get out!" He knocked the bottle out of my hand, and it smashed against the wall, thankfully not breaking.

Strangely enough, I felt no fear. Maybe I was used to it, but I highly doubted it. I could never become used to vampires. It's because this was Stefan. A person I loved deeply, and so he couldn't scare me off, I wouldn't allow it. My eyes met his red ones sternly, and clenching my jaw, I repeated, "No."

Stefan calmed down a lot after acknowledging that I wasn't going to leave. The muscles in his arms were still strained, and when he crouched back onto the bench, I started to worry that it might break. I sat next to him after a moment, and said softly, "Stefan, please talk to me. I want to understand why you're choosing to do this."

"I'm making the decision I should have made years ago." He replied, looking down at his hands which were clamped together, his elbows supported by his knees.

I swallowed, and asked, "What decision?"

"A choice I shouldn't have made." He licked his lips, "You have to feed in order to complete the transition."

After that, he told me the story, all the back to 1864. He explained to me how when he went back to see his father one last time, while he was transition, his father had tried to kill him, again. The first time, Giuseppe was successful, not so much the second. Stefan had instinctively protected himself, and ended up wounding his own father. The blood... it was too much for Stefan... and he ended up feeding, and killing, Giuseppe. That shows how much bloodlust could change a person... it made Stefan murder someone he loved. I didn't recall him ever hurting me... so maybe love could win out in the end.

The story was definitely hard to digest. All the killing, bloodlust, betrayal, supernatural, regret... not a happy childhood. Though Stefan had killed his father, it was because he was under the influence of the blood. I wasn't a vampire, so I had no idea how strong the pull was... but if it was strong enough to make Stefan, a strong-willed person, act like somebody else entirely...

It was unimaginable.

Also, it was a long time ago. He couldn't be beating himself up for something that took place in 1864.

"How can you even look at me right now?" He asked.

I hesitated, but just for a second, and wrapped my hand around his bicep, feeling the hard, strained muscle. It relaxed slightly at my touch, and I said gently, "Stefan, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was." He insisted.

"No it wasn't." I argued, "You were entranced by the blood... and you couldn't fight it. I may not have any personal experience, but I understand what you did."

"I was a monster." He whispered.

"No," I said sternly, "Anyone who has tried to kill their own son, no matter what they were, is the real monster. You were simply defending yourself, and it's nothing to be distraught about." I used my fingers to rub soothing circles on his upper arm. "You can talk about these things, Stefan. Anytime you want, I'm here to listen. I'll understand."

He smiled softly at that, thinking over what I said. "You're so sure I'm ready."

"I've always believed in you, Stefan." I insisted, "I didn't want to lock you up, but I wanted you to make your own decisions as yourself, not someone who seemed... confused, or angry with themselves." I smiled, "Come upstairs. We can talk about it more, and we'll keep talking for as long as you need."

He smiled, and I pulled out his daylight ring Damon had given to me, placing it on the bench between us.

"I'll be upstairs." I said.

I was about to walk away, but his hand caught mine. I looked back to him, and his face looked so sincere, when he spoke graciously, "Thank you, for everything you've done, Ariana. You made me see the light I've never seen before."

I smiled again, "I feel the same way. I'll wait for you upstairs."

When I turned the corner back into the living room, I couldn't help but feel something tickling in the back of my neck. I replayed what he said in my mind. The way he said it daunted me, and it sounded as if he was saying... goodbye.

Sitting on the couch, with my legs propped up, almost reaching the other end of the couch, I heard Damon come in. "Oh, you're still here." He said, distracted.

"Yeah," I said. He sighed and picked up my legs, sat down on the couch, and placed my ankles on his lap. Having his hands on my legs felt... strange, I guess, and I focussed my thoughts on something else. "What's wrong? How did the 'errand' go?"

"Futile." He answered, "Although, I think I witnessed the teacher having an existential crisis."

"Why? What happened?" I asked, concerned.

He patted my ankles, and said, "Don't worry about it. Has Stefan eaten yet?"

Pushing away thoughts of Alaric and the "errand", I smirked, "You do care." I stated.

"Nah," He said, and looked at me through the corner of his eyes, "I'll chalk it up to morbid curiosity."

I rolled my eyes, and answered, "I think he's getting there, but he's got a lot of guilt he has to deal with; about his dad, Katherine... you."

"What?" Damon questioned, "So this is my fault now?"

"No! Of course not..." I defended, "It's no one's fault. He's been going through some tough times since the beginning, and I think that now he will be ready to... at least start to stop blaming himself for things that weren't his fault."

Damon looked at me for a second, then he rose off of the couch, and I pulled my legs up towards me. "Let me ask you a question." He said, concentrating, "In all this important soul-searching and cleansing of the demons of Stefan's past, did you ever manage to get the rest of the story?"

I shook my head, "He said there was more," He was going to tell me that "more" once he got back up to the main floor.

"Yeah." He scoffed, looking kind of pissed off, "That's an understatement."

He started to turn away, and so I hopped off the couch, heading towards him. "Damon." I caught his arm, and he stopped, turning back around to face me, "Damon, tell me."

He took a deep breath, then told his part of the story. 1864, by the quarry, after Stefan had fully transitioned, he brought over a compelled girl to Damon, calling her a "gift". Damon didn't want to turn - he'd have rather died - but Stefan bit into the girl, exposing the blood to Damon. He couldn't help himself, and just like his brother, he fed from the girl, enjoying the taste of blood.

"From the moment Stefan had his first taste of human blood, he was a different person." Damon smirked, "I suppose I should thank him. It's been a hell of a ride." He gave out a small laugh.

Oh... gosh. There really were no words. Stefan had forced Damon to turn, and that's why Damon was so against Stefan... he hated his little brother for condemning him to this life since 1864. "I get that that's why he wanted to die, along with the other things, but..." I trailed off.

"His choice." Damon gulped down another glass filled with alcohol, "If he's stupid enough to make it, so be it."

He shrugged, and my eyes narrowed at him. "Don't pretend like you don't care."

"Who's pretending?" He asked. I sighed, and walked out of the living room, "Where are you going?" I ignored Damon and walked down to the cellar. The door was open but... Stefan! Where was he. Shit. I staggered in, and picked up his daylight ring that was still on the bench, left untouched.

No. No, no, no. I ran out of the cellar and back up to the living room.

After convincing Damon to let me go find Stefan, I went to the only place I thought he'd be at; the quarry.

I saw a figure in the distance, stumbling about, as if he was hallucinating. Yep, Stefan. I walked closer, and called, "Stefan." He turned at the sound of my voice, and I was met with sadness, shining in his eyes. The emotional pain was enough to make me pause for a second. I shook it off, "Damon told me the rest of the story. I thought I might find you here."

"Every single person that's been hurt... Every single life that's been lost, is because of me," He said in pain.

"That's not true," I stated. How could he think that? It was... ridiculous.

"I should have died that night, just like I had chosen." He stated, the moon giving the only light I had to see, "I should have let Damon die, too."

"Yeah? And then what?" I challenged, "Nothing going to change that now. If that were to have actually happened, then I would've never met you."

"Exactly," He said, "You wouldn't have met me, and I wouldn't be in your life right now, making it more difficult than it's ever been before. I've constantly put you in danger, because of my actions. I don't deserve to be around you."

"Stefan..." I shook my head, "You know what else I'd be? I'd be dead. Because you would've never been there to try to save the family who's car had driven off the bridge. That night, I blew off family night so that I could go to some party. I ended up getting stranded, and they had to come pick me up. That's why we ended up in the car at Wickery Bridge, and that's why they died. Our actions are what set things in motion, but we have to live with that."

"What you did was different, Ariana." Stefan said, "That was an accident. The choice that I made, ended with a lot of people getting hurt."

"Because you weren't yourself." I said gently, "It was a difficult time, but Stefan... you made a choice to be good,"

"No. Please don't do that." He pleaded.

"You made a choice to save others, to save that family whose car drove off of a bridge." I tried to convince him.

"Please. Don't make this all okay."

"You made a choice that saved my life, Stefan." I said. Stefan was good, he was pure, though he refused to believe it.

"You don't understand, Ariana." he insisted.

"Then, please, tell me."

"It hurts me." He admitted, tears falling from his eyes, "It hurts me, knowing what I've done, and that pain... That pain is with me all the time. And every day, I think that if I just," He closed his eyes for a moment, "If I just give myself over to the blood, I can make that pain stop. It would be that easy, and every day, I fight that. And I am so terrified that one day, I'm not gonna want to fight that anymore, Ariana. And the next time I hurt somebody..." He gestured to me, "I could be you."

"Stefan." I walked over to him, and took his hands in mine. At first, he started to pull away, but then he gave in, and let me touch his palms. "I've said this many times. I'm not afraid. We'll fight together. You don't have to be on your own in this. I'll help you."

He still looked reluctant, and so I held up his daylight ring.

"You can take this, throw it in the quarry, and let the sun rise." Please don't take that path. "Or you could take this ring, put it on, and keep fighting."

I gave him the ring, and kissed him softly. I missed it, but I had to allow him to answer.

"It's your choice." I said. Now that he was out of the cellar, and sane again, I was giving him the chance to follow his own path and heart. He had the freedom to choose what he wanted, and I wouldn't shackle him any further. I came here to try and convince him to see my side of things. If he still didn't want it... then I couldn't stop him from what his choice was.

I barely got a step away from him, when he slipped the ring back on, and grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. "Ariana..." He whispered, right before his lips descended upon mine. He kissed me with such intensity that at first I wasn't used to it. But then it became familiar, and I loved the feeling. It was passionate, filled with deep desires and urges. I loved it. I loved Stefan.

And he was choosing to keep fighting.

As Stefan and I walked back to the boarding house, hand in hand, he smiled at me, and gazed at me, as if I was the only thing in this world. It made me feel special. When we got back, Damon sat on the couch, looking up at us through his lashes. "Little boy lost." He said, in reference to the movie about a World War II soldier, hung up over grief. Eventually though, the soldier goes back to his son, and is no longer crippled by the lost of his wife.

I smiled, and looked at Stefan, saying, "I'll be upstairs, okay?"

"Okay," He said smiling.

"Good night, Damon," I said politely to him. He smiled at me, and with another glance back to Stefan, I walked out of the living room.

3rd person POV:

"Thank you," Stefan said sincerely to his older brother.

"No, Stefan, thank you," Damon smirked, "You're back on Bambi blood, and I'm the big badass brother again. All is right in the world."

"I mean it." Stefan insisted, "Thank you. For... helping her take care of me."

"You brood too much." Damon stated, "Everything on this planet is not your fault. My actions, what I do, it's not your fault. I own them." He pointed to himself, "They belong to me. You are not allowed to feel my guilt."

Stefan was surprised, "You feel guilt?"

"Yeah." Damon admitted, looking to the floor grimly, "When I want to, it's there." He changed the subject and talked about something that was shockingly even more uncomfortable, "Emily waited till after I turned to tell me she'd been successful in protecting Katherine with her spell. She didn't want me to know about the tomb. She thought it would impact my decision." He scoffed.

"She didn't want either one of us to turn." Stefan stated, "She said it was a curse."

"Witches..." He glared slightly, "Judgy little things."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stefan said after a moment, referring to Katherine being locked up. Or rather... not locked up, though at the time, neither of them knew that Katherine had been set free.

"'Cause I didn't want you to know." Damon said outright, "'Cause I hate you and I still do."

Stefan looked to the ground, nodding, "I know."

"But not because you forced me to turn." Damon stated.

Stefan's head snapped up and looked at Damon with confusion, "They why...?"

Damon's eyes turned hard, and he rose from the couch, walking towards Stefan in a dangerous manner. "Because she turned you." His voice was like ice as he glared at his brother. "It was just supposed to be me, Stefan... Just me. You wouldn't be here right now, in Mystic Falls. You would have never met - " Damon snapped his mouth shut, before giving himself away.

But Stefan already knew what he was about to say. "I would've never met... Ariana."

Damon clenched his jaw, but stayed silence. It was too late to take it back now. His brother already knew. Instead, he strode right past Stefan, out of the house and into the dark empty roads.

Stefan stood in the boarding house, still and silent. Knowing that his brother loved his girlfriend hurt him. She wasn't Katherine, there wasn't anybody more opposite than those two. Light and Darkness. The only connection was that they were related by blood. That's it. Nothing else. But yet Damon obviously loved her more than anyone else, and Stefan was afraid. Damon made rash decisions when his emotions got to him, that's why he usually flipped the switch. But since meeting Ariana... he turned it back on, for her. The younger brother didn't know what to do. He wanted to protect the one he loved most, to be with her for all of eternity. But how could he do that when his brother desired for the exact same person?

Damon walked the roads in silent, able to see everything despite it being pitch-black. The only light was the one street lamp, and it was flickering, about to go out. He came back to Mystic Falls for the girl he loved, and ended up meeting someone who he cared for much more. Everyday, his brother got to hold her... touch her... kiss her...

Damon almost did all of that, but she pushed him away, staying loyal to Stefan.

If Stefan had never turned, he wouldn't have met Ariana. Damon was bound to end up in Mystic Falls, when he went to look for Katherine. He also then met Ariana. She may be with him right now, if it weren't for his little brother. Though, he supposed, it didn't really matter. Ariana would never fall for him, the guy who killed people. It wasn't in her nature, even if she was the most compassionate person he'd ever met. Family and friends came first, not psychotic vampires.

I don't deserve her, Damon thought.

He spotted a human nearby, and thought about feeding on him to rid himself of the emotional pain. But he stopped himself, by picturing the face of the girl he loved.

She wouldn't want this.

Cool episode, lots of Stefan/Ariana romance, or bonding... sort of. Anyways, thank you for reading and reviewing. Love all of you guys! BTW, who can't wait for the Originals to show up? I know I can't.

In your reviews you can give me any pairings that you'd like for me to write about in the upcoming chapters. Like Klaus/Ariana, Elijah/Ariana, or just have her be loved by both in some way. I wonder what their shipper names would be...?

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