[The details of how it happened really don't change much to Lydia. If she was trying to save her or protect Isaac, Allison still died.
And as she says that, Lydia knows that the crisis she had the previous night wasn't a weird nightmare. Wasn't just a passing feeling. It was real. It was actually happening. Allison was dying again.
She doesn't hear much of what Allison says next. She feels sick and so angry at her. She understands the part that she had to know things for herself, but she doesn't understand her going that far when she asked them to relive it. To tell her about it. To prevent it from actually happening again.
Lydia pulls her hand from Allison's, and she's about to get up from the couch -- because she needs some distance so she can think clearly instead of exploding at Allison -- when she sees her eyes.
And then she stills again, her stomach sinking.
It makes sense. Why everything she felt the night before suddenly stopped. Why Allison feels so alive and so different. Scott had to bite her to keep her alive.]
Jesus, Allison. [She breaths out, watching her with not so much shock, but worry.]
What did you do? [How could she have put Scott through that? How could she have allowed herself to go that far?]
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And as she says that, Lydia knows that the crisis she had the previous night wasn't a weird nightmare. Wasn't just a passing feeling. It was real. It was actually happening. Allison was dying again.
She doesn't hear much of what Allison says next. She feels sick and so angry at her. She understands the part that she had to know things for herself, but she doesn't understand her going that far when she asked them to relive it. To tell her about it. To prevent it from actually happening again.
Lydia pulls her hand from Allison's, and she's about to get up from the couch -- because she needs some distance so she can think clearly instead of exploding at Allison -- when she sees her eyes.
And then she stills again, her stomach sinking.
It makes sense. Why everything she felt the night before suddenly stopped. Why Allison feels so alive and so different. Scott had to bite her to keep her alive.]
Jesus, Allison. [She breaths out, watching her with not so much shock, but worry.]
What did you do? [How could she have put Scott through that? How could she have allowed herself to go that far?]