And then - six years of nothing. We had an apartment. Laura tried to live a normal life, but. Pretty sure I held her back from really committing. She worked, just to get out. She never talked to me about any friends she might have had. If she dated anyone, she didn't tell me.
[ Which was his fault. He was the quiet one, the one who was emotional, the one who never recovered. He was the one who made things hard for her by crying. Derek likes to blame Kate for burning so many of his emotions out of him, but the shame he feels over being a bad little brother to Laura might have hit just as hard. ]
Our entire family fucking died, you know? Eleven people, trapped in the basement of our home and burned to death. Chemical fires aren't pretty, they're - slow, and they're painful. Kate had resources, she'd been planning, she was-- she was methodical, and precise, and made absolutely certain that everyone in that house would die.
[ Derek pauses, gives himself a second. He exhales through his teeth, looking at his hands again when he talks. He picks out some dirt from underneath his fingernails, and his teeth feel too big for his mouth. ]
Peter didn't. My uncle. Went insane. Cora, my little sister? I told you about her, too. Stiles said... Stiles said she survived, and she went into hiding, down in South America. She waited, and waited, and waited to hear news of a surviving Hale, so she could come back, but.
[ Derek shrugs. He doesn't know a lot about this, because it's still a year or so into his future, but. ]
She found me. And I'm, you know. [ He gestures towards his face with one hand, lazy and demeaning, looking at Tate with tired neutrality. ] Not great. Didn't think I was worth the effort, apparently.
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And then - six years of nothing. We had an apartment. Laura tried to live a normal life, but. Pretty sure I held her back from really committing. She worked, just to get out. She never talked to me about any friends she might have had. If she dated anyone, she didn't tell me.
[ Which was his fault. He was the quiet one, the one who was emotional, the one who never recovered. He was the one who made things hard for her by crying. Derek likes to blame Kate for burning so many of his emotions out of him, but the shame he feels over being a bad little brother to Laura might have hit just as hard. ]
Our entire family fucking died, you know? Eleven people, trapped in the basement of our home and burned to death. Chemical fires aren't pretty, they're - slow, and they're painful. Kate had resources, she'd been planning, she was-- she was methodical, and precise, and made absolutely certain that everyone in that house would die.
[ Derek pauses, gives himself a second. He exhales through his teeth, looking at his hands again when he talks. He picks out some dirt from underneath his fingernails, and his teeth feel too big for his mouth. ]
Peter didn't. My uncle. Went insane. Cora, my little sister? I told you about her, too. Stiles said... Stiles said she survived, and she went into hiding, down in South America. She waited, and waited, and waited to hear news of a surviving Hale, so she could come back, but.
[ Derek shrugs. He doesn't know a lot about this, because it's still a year or so into his future, but. ]
She found me. And I'm, you know. [ He gestures towards his face with one hand, lazy and demeaning, looking at Tate with tired neutrality. ] Not great. Didn't think I was worth the effort, apparently.