[ It sounds like Noah was more like himself, by the time he and Tate tried to flee back to shore, but Derek can't help but wonder if things were different. Maybe Noah was still possessed - maybe, when the thing inside of him couldn't kill him, it took to smarter tactics and easier prey. Maybe it... did something. Drowned Tate after they jumped, or - knocked him out so the sea could have him. Derek doesn't know what to think.
He lets his fork hang limply between his fingers, eyes set on Tate more firmly. His gut instinct is to try and fix this, somehow, but he doesn't know how he would even start. There's no... un-drowning someone. Even the brief flash of righteous anger that sparks in him doesn't find enough of a foothold to last. Derek just-- shakes his head, not sure what he could say to make this even the slightest bit better. ]
I should have protected you. Should have kept you safe.
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He lets his fork hang limply between his fingers, eyes set on Tate more firmly. His gut instinct is to try and fix this, somehow, but he doesn't know how he would even start. There's no... un-drowning someone. Even the brief flash of righteous anger that sparks in him doesn't find enough of a foothold to last. Derek just-- shakes his head, not sure what he could say to make this even the slightest bit better. ]
I should have protected you. Should have kept you safe.