4.02

[burninhale]

Well, this is it. This is the end. I've been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, set on fire, come back from the dead, and this is what did it. I'm ready to lie down in a grave now. It's all gone, it's over, farewell.








Except coffins and grave plots actually cost money. Which we no longer have. Add to that —

...

No, let's focus on the money. I don't think we need to discuss anything else.

Comments

[voluntaryapnea]

Well that's definitely dramatic.

Which isn't surprising, really.

[burninhale]

117 million in bonds. 117 million in bonds.

[voluntaryapnea]

You're alive. Your kid is alive. Be happy about that at least. It could've gone a lot worse considering who was behind the heist.

[burninhale]

Thanks, Mr. Rogers. I'm really grateful for your positive perspective attained by years of experience wearing a cardigan and talking to wooden puppets. It's really helping me deal with the fact that my family is mostly dead and completely broke while our greatest enemy in years stalks the streets as one of us.

[voluntaryapnea]

You could, you know. Get a job. Like a normal person.

[burninhale]

Right. With all those glowing references in my resumé and the social security number of a definitely living person who never escaped from a hospital and killed his nurse in the process.

And don't tell me you know a guy, because I also know a guy. The guy will want money.

[voluntaryapnea]

Guess you didn't think that whole sociopath thing through very well.

[burninhale]

Yes, I definitely should have foreseen Derek turning back into a teenager and unknowingly exposing our secret family vault to a woman I killed with my own hands and an unknown third party.

Actually, he wouldn't have done it if you and Scott hadn't fucked up. Thanks for reminding me of that.

[voluntaryapnea]

Oh I really have to hear how this is Scott and I's fault. Really. Go on. I can hardly stand the anticipation.

[burninhale]

Remind me, Stiles, exactly at what point did Derek disappear with Kate again...? And why was he still under the impression she was trustworthy? Don't sprain anything trying to avoid responsibility. None of these affects you, after all.

Oh, wait. Your new girlfriend.

[voluntaryapnea]

Oh, right. I'm sure that I would have had a pretty great chance of stopping a werejaguar with the powers of my brain. Pretty sure my bloody carcass would have only been a stopping point for her for about 1.2 seconds and she'd still have taken off with Derek and gotten your money.

So not talking about that with you.

[burninhale]

Please. Like I'm expecting action from you, now that you don't need a young priest and an old priest. Words would've worked pretty well, Stiles, words like "your family is dead and Kate Argent killed them."

You brought it up first. Believe me, I'm in no hurry to talk about it. But maybe you should keep it in mind when you talk to me.

[voluntaryapnea]

Classy. Maybe you should have done a better job of killing Kate in the first place and we never would have been in this mess. And I'm sure Derek would've believed the word of two strangers over the word of someone he thought he loved.

[burninhale]

He would've hesitated. He would've questioned. He's not stupid, you know.

And Kate will get what's coming to her. Again.

[voluntaryapnea]

No, he's not. But he doesn't trust us half the time when he's his regular self, let alone a teenager.

Good. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

[burninhale]

First he mishandled things and then you were evil. It's not really a history that inspires much trust either way.

By the way, if you don't mention something to Chris Argent soon, I have no idea what you guys are thinking.

[voluntaryapnea]

Yeah, well. Scott's never been evil.

Wouldn't know how to get a hold of Chris if my life literally depended on it, and I'm pretty sure I'm the last person he'd want to hear from even if I did.

[burninhale]

Yeah, and Derek no longer has a problem trusting Scott.

That was a general 'you', as much as it warms my heart to imagine you specifically showing up on his possibly metaphorical doorstep.