[There's a look in Elena's eye that says she recognizes at least part of that story for herself. And... she just has to quietly marvel a moment at what are the chances? What are the actual chances that two people from different times and likely worlds could possibly have that much overlap in their histories?]

I found out the same thing, [she says, slowly,] about my parents. I didn't find out until after they died. But...

[There's a shame that Elena carries both for herself and some of the things her parents did. It's not that the truth has...tainted the image of them, but it's complicated it. She already had hard enough time reconciling her life, what she's become, with the girl her parents had left behind. But it gets that much harder knowing what they did.]

[Her smile is thin, reflexive, and practiced.]

I didn't follow in the family business, obviously. I, uh... [Another hesitation as she looks away for a moment, trying to decide how she should explain and how much she should explain. She thinks back to her conversation with Stefan, about keeping it secret from everyone. There has to come a point where she tells someone, right? Looking at Caesar, she doesn't think he would freak out. At the very least, he wouldn't tell anyone. She hopes, anyway. Elena swallows thickly, feeling her heart is ready to beat out of her chest.] I guess you could say I went the opposite direction.

Not by choice, but, [her smile turns a little grim.] It happened.