[ Man, that's - a hard ask. There were people in that fire Derek hasn't said the names of in years. Even Laura, who was always willing to reminisce on a happy memory of someone gone, wouldn't bring up the youngest kids taken by the fire. Derek's not sure if he'll be able to do it. ]

I'll - try.

[ And that's the most he can offer. Derek stands, unsure of himself, and sits apprehensively on the log besides Tate. It's creaky and feels like it can only barely support the weight of both of them, but even when Derek leans back and stretches out one leg to get more comfortable, it stays sturdy. ]

So, uh - I've told you... some things. Laura was my older sister. She took care of me after the fire, which - I've talked about that, too. We moved to New York, after everything. Tried to get as far away from the West Coast as we could, which was... my fault, I think. We had a ton of money, and I was scared of staying close to Kate, so.

[ So. He panicked, yelled at her, put her on blast, all while they were staying in a shitty motel the cops took them to until they could figure out what they wanted to do. They dumped Peter in a nursing home, and just - bailed. Because he was terrified Kate would find her, tell her that the Hale blood was on Derek's hands, and then finish the job. ]

She was great. Better than me. [ He tilts his head towards Tate. ] Sisters are always better than their brothers.