( lydia cannot believe that this thing is trying so hard to play stupid. she knows it's a trickster, and the worst possible kind. she's getting angrier by the second, nostrils flaring as she draws a sharp breath to steady herself. she also knows that it feeds off of fear and discomfort and chaos. she doesn't want to feed it. it doesn't need a full belly. it gets worse on a full belly. she sets her jaw and speaks very clearly, though through her teeth. )

Let me make this incredibly clear for you. You may have everyone else convinced that you're Stiles, that you're just the help, but you won't convince me. You won't convince anyone from Beacon Hills. Stiles would never forget knowing me - never - and I would never forget you. And once I'm through, neither will anyone else. Mark my words.

( and, because she is sick of his bullshit and frustrated, she turns on her heel, and leaves him in the dust. )