Cynically, Lydia doesn't think any of them ever will. If they all get old enough to escape and go to college it will be a miracle. She can't help but feel like this town is going to swallow them whole. It's kind of hard to shake that feeling otherwise when you always feel like you're walking through a graveyard.
"I don't know."
She didn't know about Peter when her mom died, and she knows that Allison will do anything to save her friends. But at the same time, Allison learned the hard way about how balance was important and that messing with forces they don't understand is more complicated than they should have to handle.
"I don't think she'd want to risk us coming back wrong." Peter was a sociopath before he died - the fire burned anything human out of him long ago. Who knows what the cost would be for someone who wasn't already broken.
Scott had never heard of someone successfully cheating death before Peter Hale, and honestly, he didn’t think that was the greatest example. He’d heard, in the vaguest sense, of how Lydia had helped that happen, and while he didn’t understand how that had even worked, he knew in his heart that Allison would never ask any of them to do such a thing for her.
Still, her last words echoed in the back of his mind, haunting him, making him wish for something, someone he could no longer have. He sighed softly, feeling defeated.
“You’re right,” he said finally, nodding at the ground. “I wouldn’t want her to come back wrong, either.”
Of course he wouldn’t. But in a perfect world, they wouldn’t have to think about it, because Allison would still be with them. Even if she wasn’t with him, not like they were before… she’d still be here. And that was all he wanted.
“I just…” Scott paused, taking a deep breath before his voice could crack with emotion. “I wish things happened differently.”
She feels the same way sometimes. She'd want Allison to be here, but at the same time, she'd still want her to be Allison. She wouldn't want something else coming back in Allison's skin, or her resenting them for making her deal with the consequences.
"Besides, for all we know it might only work on werewolves."
“Well, I’m not volunteering to find out,” Scott says, giving a slight shudder. He wouldn’t know how to even try to bring someone back, human or werewolf. It might even be something only Peter knows, and Scott isn’t willing to ask.
He sighs, wishing with all his heart that it hadn’t happened like it did - that the three of them had never had to put themselves under, that Stiles hadn’t been possessed by the nogitsune, or at least that Allison hadn’t come with them… But of course, there’s nothing he can do. A wave of grief rolls over him as the thought sinks in again, and Scott has to remind himself of everything his mother had told him while he cried in her arms.
With a soft sigh, he decides, “This sucks.”
And he still doesn’t know how they’re going to recover from it.
She laughs bitterly for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it does." She grits her teeth for a moment, before shaking her head. "I need to ... learn how this works. I need to figure out all the signs so that the next time it's someone important I can stop it, rather than just standing there uselessly and screaming."
She doesn't know how, or who to learn from or where to start, but she knows that she has to start somewhere. There has to be someone who knows how this all works.
Time to put the brave face back on, Scott decides. No matter what happened to Allison, he’s still the alpha, and his pack still needs him. The last thing he wants is to let any of them down again.
Giving Lydia a gentle nudge with elbow, he offers her a small, hopeful smile. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. There has to be a way. And we’ll help you find it, if we can.”
Scott McCall, always a sucker for hope even when it feels like there isn't one. If it were anyone but Scott, she would probably roll her eyes at the attempt to make her feel better, but with Scott you couldn't help but get this sense that he actually believes in her, and that's a feeling that's ... very new.
"Hopefully it won't be because I have an overabundance of dead bodies to practice on."
He almost laughs, but they’ve hit a point where gallows humor just isn’t as funny anymore. Even Stiles had mostly backed off by now. So instead, Scott just shakes his head.
“If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be,” he promises her. “There’s got to be a way for you to get used to this banshee thing without people dying every time. We just have to figure out what that is.”
She nods because she knows there's a way. She wants to believe that there's a purpose to all of this, because why have her predict these things if there can't be something done about them. She wants to give Scott that opportunity, she just doesn't know how.
"The only other banshee I've ever heard of is Meredith," she sighs. "And she's currently locked up in Eichen House."
She nods because that makes sense. She could probably use another banshee to talk to. But the questions are: will she want to talk to Lydia, and will Lydia be able to get out there without the rest of the staff finding out.
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"I don't know."
She didn't know about Peter when her mom died, and she knows that Allison will do anything to save her friends. But at the same time, Allison learned the hard way about how balance was important and that messing with forces they don't understand is more complicated than they should have to handle.
"I don't think she'd want to risk us coming back wrong." Peter was a sociopath before he died - the fire burned anything human out of him long ago. Who knows what the cost would be for someone who wasn't already broken.
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Still, her last words echoed in the back of his mind, haunting him, making him wish for something, someone he could no longer have. He sighed softly, feeling defeated.
“You’re right,” he said finally, nodding at the ground. “I wouldn’t want her to come back wrong, either.”
Of course he wouldn’t. But in a perfect world, they wouldn’t have to think about it, because Allison would still be with them. Even if she wasn’t with him, not like they were before… she’d still be here. And that was all he wanted.
“I just…” Scott paused, taking a deep breath before his voice could crack with emotion. “I wish things happened differently.”
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She feels the same way sometimes. She'd want Allison to be here, but at the same time, she'd still want her to be Allison. She wouldn't want something else coming back in Allison's skin, or her resenting them for making her deal with the consequences.
"Besides, for all we know it might only work on werewolves."
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He sighs, wishing with all his heart that it hadn’t happened like it did - that the three of them had never had to put themselves under, that Stiles hadn’t been possessed by the nogitsune, or at least that Allison hadn’t come with them… But of course, there’s nothing he can do. A wave of grief rolls over him as the thought sinks in again, and Scott has to remind himself of everything his mother had told him while he cried in her arms.
With a soft sigh, he decides, “This sucks.”
And he still doesn’t know how they’re going to recover from it.
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She doesn't know how, or who to learn from or where to start, but she knows that she has to start somewhere. There has to be someone who knows how this all works.
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Giving Lydia a gentle nudge with elbow, he offers her a small, hopeful smile. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. There has to be a way. And we’ll help you find it, if we can.”
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"Hopefully it won't be because I have an overabundance of dead bodies to practice on."
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“If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be,” he promises her. “There’s got to be a way for you to get used to this banshee thing without people dying every time. We just have to figure out what that is.”
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"The only other banshee I've ever heard of is Meredith," she sighs. "And she's currently locked up in Eichen House."
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"That place gives me the creeps."