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So are we done now?
Years of friendship over because of one difference in morality.
I guess this is how it ends.
Sorry Scott, but I don't have claws.
I don't have fangs.
I don't scare people.
I am not the thing the monsters fear.
No one is afraid of me.
That makes me an easy target.
I don't have the power to make them submit.
Not to me.
Not to you.
Not at all.
So when they come for me.
Like they have and like they will again.
I am not going to do anything but fight for my life and if at the end of the day it is me standing over there dead bodies and not them standing over mine I will not regret it.
I will not mourn them.
I will not feel bad to be alive.
I will not be less then I am because they are no more.
I will not be afraid of their ghosts.
I cant!
Even though I want to.
Do you think I want to be like this?
Do you think I want to be so scared all the time?!
Always looking over my shoulder?!
Always sure that something or someone will get the better of me next time?!
I messed up.
I know I did.
But I can't regret it!
Becuase for me there is no second option!
For me, it is a question of life or death!
It is a question of them or me!
Survival of the fittest.
No...thats not right.
Survival of the desperate?
Survival of the prepared?
I am always prepared because I am so paranoid.
You kept telling me to calm down...to be less paranoid...less afraid.
But I can't!
In a decision between them or me...I always pick me!
The end of their story means mine gets to continue.
That might not be how it works for you Scott, the true alpha.
One day you might see what I am trying to make you understand...but I doubt it.
You see in black and white and I see in shades of grey.
So are we now done?
Is this the end for us?
No more Scott and Stiles after all these years?
You and me against the world no more I guess.
The monsters keep coming and our demons keep fighting.
Who wins and who loses will be up to us.
But at the end of the day, yours will live to torment another soul and mine will be dead or I will be.
This is me...this will be my story...I miss you...but I can't stop living not even for you.
I can't just die.
I won't just die.
I refuse to just die.
But Scott...
Why don't you trust me?