Why should I care? Scott's never going to trust us anyway. You see the way he looks at us? Like the dogs that bit the neighbor. One more little incident, and he's either going to let us go, or put us down.
See? That's what I'm talking about. I'd probably be in his pack by now if it wasn't for my psychotic brother. The one who has to kill everything in sight.
Scott is going to try to dig through pale-and-sickly Evil-Stiles' mind to unearth pale-and-sickly Real-Stiles, then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But, he's not going to do it alone.
Yeah, you are! You, and Allison. Which is why I'm not gonna light this yet. [He holds up a lighter] I'm not! We're going to wait until she gets home, and we're going to let her watch.
You're right. I am a hunter. Trained before I could even speak, and trained others. Do you know what the first lesson we teach is? We take our children, we bind them in a chair just like this. Then, we wait for them to get out. Most of them, it takes hours. Others? Seconds.
[He breaks free from the chair, grabs a gun hidden under the desk, and holds it under Derek's chin]