[ There's something interesting about the drift, something that Derek's always wondered about but never actually questioned-- the memories pass in a swirl of soft blue, sharp where the memory is the strongest, and he lets them pass by him one by one. A young Stiles riding shotgun in his father's patrol car, arts and crafts with a familiar face that almost shocks the veteran out of the handshake because he'd never made the connection, never realized, and there's--
Laura, Cora. His uncle after having just barely made it out of a fire that was started in a moment of weakness, when he could still feel the blood on his hands. (Garou's legs were battered, one barely held together after Knifehead's teeth tore through the thigh and left a smattering of sparks across Paige's thigh earlier on. He had to walk miles, upon miles, upon miles, but it was somehow easier than taking the emergency knife in his hand. Easier than having to hold Paige through her pain, until she asked him to finally end it so that she it didn't hurt anymore.)
Despite the whirlpool of pain, the honey and smoke that swirl together after he feels the burn of scars and wet, hot blood, Derek holds himself steady as they hear Mahealani over the comm link, repeating the somehow simultaneously droll and chipper AI voice as the neural handshake meets success. ]
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Laura, Cora. His uncle after having just barely made it out of a fire that was started in a moment of weakness, when he could still feel the blood on his hands. (Garou's legs were battered, one barely held together after Knifehead's teeth tore through the thigh and left a smattering of sparks across Paige's thigh earlier on. He had to walk miles, upon miles, upon miles, but it was somehow easier than taking the emergency knife in his hand. Easier than having to hold Paige through her pain, until she asked him to finally end it so that she it didn't hurt anymore.)
Despite the whirlpool of pain, the honey and smoke that swirl together after he feels the burn of scars and wet, hot blood, Derek holds himself steady as they hear Mahealani over the comm link, repeating the somehow simultaneously droll and chipper AI voice as the neural handshake meets success. ]