[The answer he receives is anything but the one he expected. He's actually startled, and even though he struggles not to let it show, she might see the surprise flicker across his features.
It's when she goes on about the difference between loving Scott and trusting him that for the first time in a long time, he actually understands how Allison Argent feels about something. He loves Scott, has done terrible things for Scott, has killed for him. But he can't and doesn't trust Scott with Lydia. He swallows heavily and looks away.
He misses the Scott he grew up with. The boy that he trusted more than anyone, always. He got that glimpse of him again in the arena. He bites down hard on his tongue, hard enough to draw blood. The coppery tang in his mouth is what makes him look over at Allison once more. He isn't surprised that the Scott on this barge is a True Alpha. His own Scott had been on his way toward that back home, he's pretty sure.
And maybe somewhere deep down that part of Scott is still alive. But even if it is, he doesn't know how to bring it out. He's always needed Scott more than Scott's ever needed him, and he doesn't believe for a second that there's anything he can do to help recover that part of his best friend. Or Lydia for that matter.
It's when she tells him she believes there's something good in him that shakes him out of his troubled reverie.]
You're wrong about that. [His voice is flat. There is nothing in him that's good or worth saving anymore. He's still going to go back to their barge eventually, and he's going to get his damned deal. He has to.]
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It's when she goes on about the difference between loving Scott and trusting him that for the first time in a long time, he actually understands how Allison Argent feels about something. He loves Scott, has done terrible things for Scott, has killed for him. But he can't and doesn't trust Scott with Lydia. He swallows heavily and looks away.
He misses the Scott he grew up with. The boy that he trusted more than anyone, always. He got that glimpse of him again in the arena. He bites down hard on his tongue, hard enough to draw blood. The coppery tang in his mouth is what makes him look over at Allison once more. He isn't surprised that the Scott on this barge is a True Alpha. His own Scott had been on his way toward that back home, he's pretty sure.
And maybe somewhere deep down that part of Scott is still alive. But even if it is, he doesn't know how to bring it out. He's always needed Scott more than Scott's ever needed him, and he doesn't believe for a second that there's anything he can do to help recover that part of his best friend. Or Lydia for that matter.
It's when she tells him she believes there's something good in him that shakes him out of his troubled reverie.]
You're wrong about that. [His voice is flat. There is nothing in him that's good or worth saving anymore. He's still going to go back to their barge eventually, and he's going to get his damned deal. He has to.]