[In the other room, Allison can't make the tears stop. She can't stop the tears, because she needs someone to help her make it stop, and the people she needs are gone. She could go to Tig, or Duke, but it's not the same. They don't fit the Lydia shaped hole, the Stiles and Scott shaped holes, because to reach for them would be to choose sides...
She can't even go to Isaac.
The more she thinks about it, the more it hurts...the louder and more numerous the sobs become, and she just keeps crying until there's nothing left. She's raw and bleeding inside, missing limbs...she's just empty.
When she comes back for her communicator, she sees the message Zane left her. Before, she would have protested. Before, she would have had a comeback, an answer.
Except that he's right when he says she has nowhere to go, because she's dead. Back home, where her friends come from, she's still dead, and she'll die soon if she goes back home to the world she came from.
That realization...that aloneness, more than anything, hits her like a fist to the gut.
She has no home. She has no best friend. She has nothing she needs...nothing but her deal.
And she needs her deal...even if she doesn't have her pack, she just can't live in a world where those two boys she loves so dearly are so broken by what had to be done.
More tears slip quietly from her eyes as she looks into the feed again...then she ducks her head to hide them.]
I...okay. I mean--okay, just--
Will you protect them from him? While I'm gone? [Her pack, from Jerry...from that terrible, inevitable moment when he tries to do to them what he did to her.]
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She can't even go to Isaac.
The more she thinks about it, the more it hurts...the louder and more numerous the sobs become, and she just keeps crying until there's nothing left. She's raw and bleeding inside, missing limbs...she's just empty.
When she comes back for her communicator, she sees the message Zane left her. Before, she would have protested. Before, she would have had a comeback, an answer.
Except that he's right when he says she has nowhere to go, because she's dead. Back home, where her friends come from, she's still dead, and she'll die soon if she goes back home to the world she came from.
That realization...that aloneness, more than anything, hits her like a fist to the gut.
She has no home. She has no best friend. She has nothing she needs...nothing but her deal.
And she needs her deal...even if she doesn't have her pack, she just can't live in a world where those two boys she loves so dearly are so broken by what had to be done.
More tears slip quietly from her eyes as she looks into the feed again...then she ducks her head to hide them.]
I...okay. I mean--okay, just--
Will you protect them from him? While I'm gone? [Her pack, from Jerry...from that terrible, inevitable moment when he tries to do to them what he did to her.]