[She shakes her head at that, features stony as she glares at him.] You don't want that. You don't want me to burn your world, Stilinski. Make no mistake, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you, but I'm smart enough to know I won't hurt you that way.
[She advances on him, living steel as she meets his gaze.]
I'll hurt them.
[She shrugs, and she's as casual as she can about it. It's one thing she's learned in training, not at the Academy but from her father: how to get a suspect to crack under the power of a good lie. She knows now that he's better than she ever could be, hiding her own life from her all this time, a life she still can't connect to...a life her subconscious remembers and still keeps hidden from her.]
I can do it, too. They think they know me, they trust me...and you set them up for the fall. You took away the last thing they had to believe in, so when I push them away? They'll come apart. When I tell Lydia what an insipid, know it all bitch she is, and that I want nothing to do with her? She'll crack.
[She grabs a fistful of his shirt again.]
And when I fuck your best friend and tell him he means nothing to me--and he's a poor excuse for a lay at that? The pack'll be gone.
[Her mouth is taking over for her again, using words she's no longer in control of. It knows things, it's spilling secrets, and as she starts propelling herself forward with every intention of backing Stiles against the nearest wall, all she can do is listen to herself spew a venom that will hurt him as much as he hurt them.]
You know what that makes Scott? An Omega...and do you know what happens to Omegas, Stilinski? Do you know what happens to the people they once protected? People like Melissa, people like your father? They die. Alone, afraid, and screaming your name.
Scott won't scream, though. Not when the next horror in this fucked up place tries to rip him up and succeeds because he has no pack to sustain him. He'll be mute as he bleeds, as he dies wondering where the hell his best friend is. Lydia won't be there--she'll be broken.
And I promise you, Stilinski--I swear it on the Code, I won't be there. Because it's easy for pure souls to be good--you're the one we look to for our sense of decency. Every single one of us with blood on our hands try to measure up to the guy that beat the fox...the boy who runs with wolves.
And if you're not there? Why the hell should I be?
[...and just like that, it's gone. Everything that fell off her tongue disappears, and leaves her standing there with a fistful of his shirt, furious tears streaming down her face, and raw terror adding a visible tremor to the hand holding him fast.
Because she suddenly wonders if her old life is really something she wants to remember.]