[ He pushed off the door after a few moments, moving slowly around the room. Around Stiles. Hand lifted, he let clawed fingernails drag over the metal of the machines. He'd been keeping an eye on Stiles. Both personally and over the network.
He didn't know the details. But so far he'd been able to glean, more from behavior than anything, that Stiles was a kid who'd been through hell. He'd seen it often enough. Caused it often enough. The way they buried it, refused to acknowledge it. Much the way Peter Vincent had. But Stiles wasn't that much of a coward. So he doubted direct fear tactics would work. He needed something else. ]
I need you to understand something. Stiles. That little stunt you pulled. Try that, or...really, anything, again. And I'll be paying your little redheaded friend a visit. Without you or your other friend.
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He didn't know the details. But so far he'd been able to glean, more from behavior than anything, that Stiles was a kid who'd been through hell. He'd seen it often enough. Caused it often enough. The way they buried it, refused to acknowledge it. Much the way Peter Vincent had. But Stiles wasn't that much of a coward. So he doubted direct fear tactics would work. He needed something else. ]
I need you to understand something. Stiles. That little stunt you pulled. Try that, or...really, anything, again. And I'll be paying your little redheaded friend a visit. Without you or your other friend.