( Derek hasn't yet achieved his evolved form. He's far too damaged for that. He hasn't learned. He's only failed and been betrayed. By everyone, it feels like. Have fun feeling that, Klaus.
And maybe a twinge of anxiousness as Stiles fits in his sleep. No. No, he seems fine. Cool. )
An interesting theory, but I'd rather not. I can't imagine giving into such foreign impulses would result in anything but disaster.( personal or otherworldly, in point of fact. )
I don't disagree. This connection isn't harmless. Nothing in this dream is. There are drugs down here, disguised as temporary power upgrades. People injected themselves and from what I can tell, they're addicted. Maybe it is better we try to ignore our string at all costs. Clearly, we have things we want to keep from one another.
( the presence of addictive drugs is hardly an imaginative addition to whatever hell half of deerington is in — but it is a notable addition to the obstacles and twists this place seems to be infamous for subjecting its captives to. klaus puts it on the list. )
Clearly.( it's a reference to derek's consistent cloud of dismay and angst. (no matter klaus has his own hovering over his head.) klaus just barely stops himself from asking about it, just barely stamps down the impulse to help and to fix. for a moment he considers perhaps it might be a distraction — but of course it wouldn't. it would be surrendering to artificial feelings. )Until this is over, then.
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And maybe a twinge of anxiousness as Stiles fits in his sleep. No. No, he seems fine. Cool. )
Is that what this is. A gesture.
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How else would you define an apology for something you have no control over?
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It doesn't need a definition.
Maybe it would be easier if we were in the same place.
( Or would it be harder. )
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Clearly. ( it's a reference to derek's consistent cloud of dismay and angst. (no matter klaus has his own hovering over his head.) klaus just barely stops himself from asking about it, just barely stamps down the impulse to help and to fix. for a moment he considers perhaps it might be a distraction — but of course it wouldn't. it would be surrendering to artificial feelings. ) Until this is over, then.
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