Once he was up, he glanced back at the grave and just looked at it and then looked at Stiles and Allison. Something was different inside of him. Something changed and he just stared at her. Allison. She was alive and ... so was he. Stiles. Stiles. He still remembered the sounds so vividly as he waited for his own death. He listened as Stiles took in his last gulp and now they were standing in front of eachother. No words were spoken though, not until Destiny said something.
He just nodded and moved his eyes back to Allison.
"I'm Willow," she said and gave a nod of her own, as if she was about to take on some heavy task.
She added, "I'll get them back, it's okay, but thanks," she gave Destiny a small smile before looking at the three of them. They were dirty and gross, but they were alive. And he felt more connected to them than ever. It was so weird.
Scott moved and stood between Stiles and Allison as Willow led the way back and he still didn't say anything. He didn't even know what to say. The place they'd been though and where they came from and then where they were now. It was different.
Everything had changed.
Willow walked them back to the prison and once they were there, Willow went off while the three of them stood there, just looking at each other.