"You can't save everyone. That's impossible, Scott."

McCall understood the meaning of lost, and he refused to be read the definition again. There's a low huff
from him, in response. He sat at the edge of his bed, hunched over. A position that he did every single
time that his mind tied itself in knots. This was as close as he could get to sympathetic words from
the brutally honest brunette. She didn't mean any harm, he knew that. Still, it was hard to hear from
someone that people in your hometown are being slaughtered, and you, you are nothing but a simple
helpless bystander.

His feet shifted uncomfortably. The sheets did nothing
to him, but keep him warm, and in return, he clutched
onto them.

"Scott."

He heard the first time around. Oh, he heard her. What could he say? Snap at her? That
would be wrong, Malia did nothing wrong. She didn't understand his need to protect everyone.
In fact, he wasn't sure that even Stiles truly understood. And Stiles was his one and only, best friend.

His brother.

The person who he should be in this conversation with, but it was Malia, instead.
Which whom he had yet to apologize to, for not believing what she saw, those
guys in masks. The awful guys in masks that killed that kid. Apparently, his
condition was TERMINAL.

"I didn't believe you, you were right.
I'm sorry about that."

The dark-haired boy was sorry about a lot of things. And for some reason, this apology felt slightly less
genuine than others. He had not a clue whether it was either due to him being slightly offended by her
comment, or that he felt it would change the subjects, thus making him slightly selfish too.

"Well, a lot of people wouldn't believe me about a lot of things.
You are not the first."

Malia didn't understand how the others didn't believe her. She could change, couldn't she?
She changed. She shifted, she had it under control. What more did she have to prove to
them? To Scott? To Stiles? Stiles was the one who helped her, who showed her that she
was not a MONSTER and that she could do better, and her mistake, did not define her.
No matter how much she felt it had. He was the push to make her one small step, onto
a better path.

"But still, I'm sorry."