Re: Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
[Scott was afraid. He was afraid of losing everyone he cared about, he was afraid of letting down the people he had left, he was afraid of becoming an animal and losing sight of his humanity. The question was what mattered most. As he watched the monster in Stiles react, he saw fear there, whether it was fear or not, so he wasn't the only one who worried about the unknown. He knew he was on the verge of doing something big, something he could never take back.
He was going to call Bobby back in, just in case, but his attention was riveted on Stiles. He didn't want to soften, because this had to be a trick. The fox was always doing tricks. He would be stupid to fall for it, no matter how much he wanted to. He was tired, but he knew that Stiles was more so. Stiles was still in there, and he wasn't going to hear anything else. If he got rid of the fox? He'd have him back. That's all he could think about. Finishing this.]