"You have more of a place in this pack, this house than I do, Derek, don't say something when you know that isn't true." Her teeth were gritted, and she was bracing herself on a table, staring at the lacquered wood, watching as teardrops dripped onto the surface, making perfect circles. No one admitted it, but she was no Alpha. If she couldn't respect herself, how were other people supposed to respect her?
"We want Kate dead in equal measures, Derek. Because she ruined you, she made you into... this, and how am I supposed to look into.... her eyes and not see the same person?" She sniffed, turning around, because it hurt - because Derek was right. Talia would never hold it against another person. Never blame her for it.
The ways she was letting down her mother were just piling up.
"... She keeps out of my way until further notice." She said quietly, defeated - she couldn't begrudge her brother having the one thing they both wanted - family. "But if I suspect she's doing the same, even for a second, I'm intervening." She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head. It probably wasn't what Derek wanted to hear, but it was a compromise all the same. She couldn't have him leave, she knew how much she'd fall apart if that happened.
"... Am I really as bad an Alpha as you make me out to be?" She asked quietly, not even sure if she wanted the answer.