"That's what she said too." She muttered, swallowing. "That... Our dads just didn't find a Master they were suited to... that that was why they ran away." It wasn't something that she believed - but maybe part of her was right. Maybe Stiles was. That their dad didn't want this, but they did.
"Do you think Derek's right, then?" She asked, tentatively, shifting slightly. "That we're their responsibility? That it's for our safety... Keeping us from our families?" She glanced at him again, and shrugged. "I don't know what to believe any more, Stiles. We deserve freedom, but..." She trailed off, curling into him tighter. "I just don't know anything any more."