[Inevitable Talk spam]

[We didn't want you to know for so damn many reasons, Stiles thinks. He wants to reach out and lay a hand on Scott's shoulder, or Lydia's, or Allison's, or maybe sink into the floor and out of sight all together, but he bites down hard on his lower lip instead, straightening his shoulders and wincing when Scott finally says it. His heart is already beating too fast in his chest and he rubs at the back of his neck.]

Saving Isaac's life. [He hesitates, not daring to look at Lydia or Scott right now.] The Oni...

[He shuts his eyes for a second, shakes his head.] But we're gonna fix it. You're gonna be fine.

[I'm so sorry.]