A few simple words set off a train of thought Scott isn’t prepared to handle. While he definitely agrees on that point - Peter is an asshole, full-stop, and Scott still doesn’t understand how he’d managed to come back from the dead in the first place - he can’t help but wonder what if.
What if he’d stayed dead? Would Derek still be the Alpha? Would Jackson still be the Kanima? Would the Alpha Pack and the Darach have bothered to come to Beacon Hills? Would he, Stiles, and Allison have had to make those sacrifices that opened them up to darkness, that let the Nogitsune in?
Scott shakes his head. Those are possibilities they can’t afford to think about. It won’t change anything.
“No, it isn’t,” he says finally, bowing his head with a sigh. “She… She deserved to live, and graduate high school, and college, and get married, have kids, grow old, all of that stuff…” His stomach clenches as he speaks, the weight of things she (and maybe, he’d think later, when he’s alone, he too) would never have the chance to do.
He takes a deep breath before he speaks up again, asking quietly, “What do you think she would do, if it were one of us?”
They’d seen her lose someone before, and at that time, not so long ago, Allison had turned cold and distant, becoming the ruthless hunter that werewolves everywhere were taught to fear. But Scott knew she’d been manipulated, and knew she would never let that happen again, if she’d had the chance. And if he could choose who lived or who died? He’d trade himself for Allison every time.
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What if he’d stayed dead? Would Derek still be the Alpha? Would Jackson still be the Kanima? Would the Alpha Pack and the Darach have bothered to come to Beacon Hills? Would he, Stiles, and Allison have had to make those sacrifices that opened them up to darkness, that let the Nogitsune in?
Scott shakes his head. Those are possibilities they can’t afford to think about. It won’t change anything.
“No, it isn’t,” he says finally, bowing his head with a sigh. “She… She deserved to live, and graduate high school, and college, and get married, have kids, grow old, all of that stuff…” His stomach clenches as he speaks, the weight of things she (and maybe, he’d think later, when he’s alone, he too) would never have the chance to do.
He takes a deep breath before he speaks up again, asking quietly, “What do you think she would do, if it were one of us?”
They’d seen her lose someone before, and at that time, not so long ago, Allison had turned cold and distant, becoming the ruthless hunter that werewolves everywhere were taught to fear. But Scott knew she’d been manipulated, and knew she would never let that happen again, if she’d had the chance. And if he could choose who lived or who died? He’d trade himself for Allison every time.