[ There's an attempt at a smile, a twitch at the corners of his mouth that doesn't really reach his eyes. This is - impossible, but so are a lot of other things. The kidnapping itself, the mask, the fact they've been brought to a hotel with no staff and no doors, the lapse in his lycanthropy. Peter has come back to life. Kate came back to life. Derek came back to life.
Anything is possible. Allison walking and talking in front of him as if nothing is the matter is entirely within the realm of possibilities.
He needs Stiles. He needs his mom. True alpha or not, this is too much for him. They mourned and buried her, lived with her ghost every day. Scott has tried to turn to his right so that he could tell her something, the same he had tried to turn to his left when Stiles had been missing.
But this time, there was no coming back. There was only blood on his hands and the memory of her warmth and light fading away in his arms, nothing he could do because there wasn't any pain and she was gone so fast.
It happened so fast.
Closing the door as she stops, he brings a hand up to pinch at the ducts of his eyes, taking a deep breath. ]
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Anything is possible. Allison walking and talking in front of him as if nothing is the matter is entirely within the realm of possibilities.
He needs Stiles. He needs his mom. True alpha or not, this is too much for him. They mourned and buried her, lived with her ghost every day. Scott has tried to turn to his right so that he could tell her something, the same he had tried to turn to his left when Stiles had been missing.
But this time, there was no coming back. There was only blood on his hands and the memory of her warmth and light fading away in his arms, nothing he could do because there wasn't any pain and she was gone so fast.
It happened so fast.
Closing the door as she stops, he brings a hand up to pinch at the ducts of his eyes, taking a deep breath. ]
What's the last thing you remember?