[For a second, she looks tired, impossibly tired. She knows he's right: in her heart of hearts, she knows it's true.
Stiles will never stop. This boy hates her beyond reason for things she can't even fathom...for the power growing inside her that she never asked for, and now can't allow herself to lose.
If she could save him from this, she would...but she doesn't know how. And it makes her sad, every day, breaks her heart because she sees these tiny glimpses in him of something else.
But he will never stop. Not until she's lost. Not until she's like him.]
I know you'll never stop.
[Giving up would probably be smarter. Easier.
...but every time she wants to, she sees Julia hanging from the ceiling. Gasping, weakening...dying. She sees the hope in her eyes when Allison came so close to breaching that mountain ash barrier, and that hope starts a fire in her chest that burns painfully bright, so hot she can almost taste ash on the back of her tongue.
That fire lights in her eyes as she narrows them into the feed.]
But I am nobody's lapdog: I don't have to do anything. I will find another way.
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[For a second, she looks tired, impossibly tired. She knows he's right: in her heart of hearts, she knows it's true.
Stiles will never stop. This boy hates her beyond reason for things she can't even fathom...for the power growing inside her that she never asked for, and now can't allow herself to lose.
If she could save him from this, she would...but she doesn't know how. And it makes her sad, every day, breaks her heart because she sees these tiny glimpses in him of something else.
But he will never stop. Not until she's lost. Not until she's like him.]
I know you'll never stop.
[Giving up would probably be smarter. Easier.
...but every time she wants to, she sees Julia hanging from the ceiling. Gasping, weakening...dying. She sees the hope in her eyes when Allison came so close to breaching that mountain ash barrier, and that hope starts a fire in her chest that burns painfully bright, so hot she can almost taste ash on the back of her tongue.
That fire lights in her eyes as she narrows them into the feed.]
But I am nobody's lapdog: I don't have to do anything. I will find another way.