[He leans into her touch, wishing he could give her the answers she so desperately craves about her abilities. About who she is. But he can't. He's as in the dark as she is about how all of it works. All either of them can really do is follow their instincts. Trial and error. It's not satisfactory, particularly for her, he knows. But it's what they've got.

He exhales slowly at her question. It isn't easy to talk about. Even though it's been almost a year, he still doesn't want to talk about it. Still wants to just bury it until it's so deep down he can't feel it anymore. He also knows that it doesn't work like that.

Stiles is quiet for a moment.]

Yeah. It was worse then. I knew everything it was planning. I saw everything it was doing. To my dad. To Scott. Coach. [He lets his gaze drop.] Everyone who got hurt before we split. Everyone he killed. I was awake the whole time.