"That is a completely different situation," Stiles said softly but the guilt was still there and Stiles felt it in his chest. He would always feel bad about what he had caused, every time Derek brought it up, and Stiles had no doubt it showed on his face.
"And you don't need me. Not really. You now have two other slaves to take care of you," Stiles said softly, feeling sick at how useless he now felt. He no longer had a place.