[The suggestion spurs a dark tug of interest, banked by legitimate concern. It isn’t as though it’s the first they’ve technically done something of that nature; Stiles had allowed Tsukuyomi, after all. And just like back then, he’s possessed with want for it. The trust ridden in the request.
But it would be real—not an illusion. And he knows Stiles better than he did in the past.]
Are you certain? It isn’t like what you did to me. You would not be able to stop me.
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But it would be real—not an illusion. And he knows Stiles better than he did in the past.]
Are you certain? It isn’t like what you did to me. You would not be able to stop me.
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I’m counting on that.
[ Though he doesn’t repeat the words, they’re there: I trust you. ]
I’ll keep saying it until you don’t question it. I can take whatever you want to dish out. Don’t hold back on me.
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Very well. Then I would warn you to remain aware of your surroundings when you’re out in the city for the foreseeable future. I won’t show mercy.
[A vague, ominous statement.]
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I'll hold you to that. Don't disappoint me.