You can't use logic and be a hypocrite all in the same breath, Lydia. I'm fifty-percent sure that's a rule somewhere in one of your books. [ she doesn't enjoy the ugly thought that anyone should have to die and she wonders how she got from point A (sobbing over a dog she clipped in the road) to point B (slashing into Isaac with knives, ready to kill Derek and Scott) so fast. Peter dredges up already gray morality, and she's happier to to stay out of it. ] I don't think he's the cuddling type, unless that's a pack thing. ...Wait, you and Stiles? With you instigating. :)!
I'm not going on a suicide mission, so keep breathing easy. I'm coming back. [ it's a selfish comfort, knowing somebody still cares if she lives or dies. ] Explosives aside, I'd feel better knowing you had something you could use from any range.
We're all distracted. Doesn't mean we can't indulge in variety. [ and she feels like she owes Isaac something. ]
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I'm not going on a suicide mission, so keep breathing easy. I'm coming back. [ it's a selfish comfort, knowing somebody still cares if she lives or dies. ] Explosives aside, I'd feel better knowing you had something you could use from any range.
We're all distracted. Doesn't mean we can't indulge in variety. [ and she feels like she owes Isaac something. ]