God damn his stubborn wolfy ass. She had half a mind to kick it and maybe she still would. She was just as hot tempered as he was and she was up on and out of her seat in a minute. "Because you're the only ones left. That's why. Neither one of us asked for the cards we were dealt but we still have to play our hand. Or you have to play yours. I've already lost the game. Derek, don't you get it? It doesn't matter who should have been left standing. You are the one left standing."
She looked back at those kids at the table and could practically see insecurities just peeling off of her little brother. Yes, Scott was going to be a leader one day. But that day wasn't today. Right now they all needed Derek to take the lead and he couldn't do it if he was in a fucking coma.
"You defeated Peter. You avenged me." Even if slippery Uncle Peter had found a way to get himself restored by the lovely Lydia. Too bad nobody showed her that trick for Laura. "Because the other choice is that we're both dead and we're both in the ground. Is that what you want?"
The cafeteria melted away and Cora stood alone under a spotlight, like she was on stage or something. Except she wasn't even moving. "Do you want her to be alone like you were after I was gone?"
When he turned back to her she reared back with all of her might and punched him in the face just as hard as she could. Which to be fair, in dream world was pretty damn hard. It felt a little satisfying when he staggered back away from the blow. But not as good as getting him back will be.
"WAKE UP!" she shouted at him. "We're not meant to be immortal but we are meant to live free and wild while we're here. SO WAKE UP!" She wasn't alone. Cora was gone and instead the ghosts of all their dead relatives hung around them, lifeless and staring at Derek blankly with their dead eyes. He didn't belong here. "WAKE UP!"