Whatever relief Derek could have gotten from hearing that she knew what was happening was essentially nonexistent when she began explaining the situation. He was glad for himself that she wasn't sugarcoating it because he'd have no patience for it, but for Lydia and his mother? Hell, even Laura who he could guess was listening in to the conversation with her enhanced hearing? He really hated that they had to hear all this.
His focus shifted back to Destiny once they were seating, though, and she explained how his body was hijacked and he frowned deeper. Hijacked, but not the leviathans?
The air in his lungs got knocked right out of him as the words fully settled. As if he was being thrown against a wall, and the sensation of it all was so familiar that the fog in his mind cleared enough to remember bits and pieces. Bits and pieces that felt so absurd, that he never tried to make sense of in between the haze of his headache and exhaustion that always managed to win over. He hadn't been lying to Laura when he had said everything was hazy whenever he tried to remember what happened when he disappeared, but there was suddenly enough for him to grasp and he tried to focus on that. The memory almost the room dissolve and shift again, but it wasn't Dick Roman. It wasn't the masked man, either. It was Christina, and they were in Fangtasia, and...
"Derek?"
Lydia's voice pulled him out of his trance, and he stared at all of them as if he didn't know what to do or what to say, and he wasn't sure if it was because he physically couldn't or because he just didn't want to.
"You're mine to use, and it is not up to you when I choose to stop." 0Derek could hear the voice so loud in his ears that he cringed as if the sound was amplified and it threatened to burst his eardrums. "Shouldn't you be used to this, Derek? You're nothing but a pawn in people's plans."
A pawn. A tool.
A key.
"Darling," Talia said quietly, taking his hand in hers as if she could somehow physically pull him out of his thoughts. "Derek."
"It's Lucifer." Two words, said so quietly he himself wasn't sure if he had even spoken, but he felt sick and foolish all at once when it hit him that yeah, he had said something. Enough for everyone in the room to be focusing on him, and Derek felt his heart plummet all over again because no. He was losing it. Obviously he had officially lost it, even if suddenly he remembered his time with Christina and Lucifer so clearly that it made him wonder how in the hell he had managed to forget. The silence felt so thick that he felt like he was choking, but he let out a sound that sounded like a twisted chuckle that got tangled in his throat when he tried to speak. Lucifer. Of course, Lucifer. So that hadn't been a hallucination.
"When I left the prison, I thought-- I thought I was chasing after someone. Who...looked and smelled so real." His tone shifted, suddenly sounding so detached as if he was sharing a story someone else had told him, not his own. "And then they were gone, and everyone in Everett was gone. Everyone. No one was here, and the prison.. The prison was empty. Except for Christina. And this guy appeared, and... It was Lucifer."
He didn't dare look at his mother, or Lydia. He blocked out their heartbeats as much as he could, because no. No, he couldn't look at them. He already felt insane enough as it was, he didn't want to see their expressions in case they thought the same thing. By the way Destiny was looking at him, though? It didn't look as if she was too thrown by his confession, and he found himself wondering if she was just as crazy as he was for believing him.