"Ah." There's something in what Rosie says that brings the slightest of smiles to Carlisle's face. "I have insisted before that she is often kinder than she realizes. We didn't particularly get along at first, either."

And his smile fades just a bit, his brow knotting. "Well, sort of. But that was in another time, and in another world." And then things got awful, and rightfully so because he let loose his compulsion upon her family, and then he was spirited to another world and given a second chance to make things right... even if she didn't remember him, why he would be doing that, or even her former family.

His eyes return to Rosie, his smile still there, but tinged with defeat. "It's complicated."