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To waste your time, obviously.

That was rhetorical. [But there, you get a snort for effort.] But thanks for pointing out the obvious, anyway. Might help pass the message along.

[Did he just snort at her? What was he, a boar?]

Do you usually snort like a boar? Or is this something you practice?

[... A boar?

Okay, give him an awkward moment of silence while he debates if he should even dignify you with an answer.

Eventually, he decides against a 'I can do much better, want to find out?' and swallows his pride instead because a) why waste more time, b) why scare her to death? and c) why spread the news about 'monsters' on this place, too?

He doesn't quite know where he is exactly yet, after all.

So, instead, have a raised eyebrow, lady, and the fakest yet best of smiles he can possibly muster.]

... You could say I was born with it.

[Hildr was hard to scare, she'd seen battle and had been around beasties before. He'd have to try hard to scare the little Shield-Maiden, she liked to consider herself a steeled warrior.

His response was odd and the sudden smile, was something she didn't expect.]

So, does that mean you cannot help yourself? You just, snort compulsively?

[Well... Be as it may, she does look young and if there is something he knows about young people is that, most of the time, they just have no idea.

Take it from him. She probably has no idea what she would be getting into. Not that he will show her, because, again, he won't.

The question has him silent for a while again (his head starting to hurt) but, well, there doesn't seem to be much else to do around here, after all. Might try to make time pass faster, at least.]

No-- It tends to happen more often at brilliant ideas. Or at the sharing of priceless information. [Or when Stiles is around. Ah, sarcasm: Not his only weapon. But good enough of one.]

Important things? Like what.

[... Oh, great. Look who it is.]

Like 'mind your own business' things.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Excuse you, you don't own this place.

[Eye roll.]

I own my time. And you're wasting it.

[But there's a deep breath. Okay, lets try this again. He needs some answers, after all.]

Besides, who knows what's out there, right? Are you here alone?

Fine then, I don't have to answer any questions if you don't want to talk. So...

[She crosses her arms and watches him start over.]

Yes. I'm alone.

[Well, see? That wasn't so hard now, was it?

He knows she isn't lying, at least, he can't sense Jackson anywhere around. Or Peter. Or Scott. Or anyone from his pack, really.

Which means he is stuck here, wherever here is, with quite possibly one of the last people he would like to be stuck anywhere with. Not the worst, but.]

Any idea where your friends are?

...no.

[Not very talkative, is she? And here he was thinking he was the one who would get the award for that.

... Not that he knows her all that well, in all honesty. Funny how that works, considering everything that happened. You'd think they would have shared a longer talk or two by now.

Another time. After all, she can't exactly be blamed for what happened.]

Any idea where we are?

[Gives him a look before she sighs in frustration and gestures around.]

Hello? Does it look like I would know? I'm talking to you even though you are a total creeper.

And that was before your uncle took over my mind and made me help him come back from the dead.

[And he frowns.]

... You should probably redefine your idea of 'creepy'. [But lets not dwell on that. Instead, he is crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking around. He wonders, briefly, if he wouldn't be better off alone than with her, but well, who knows, she might end up being useful, if they are to get out of here.]

Do you remember how you ended up here?

[Ohmygod, how dense is he?!]

Do you not remember asking someone why they brought you here? Because that's how I ended up here. People who think my mind is theirs for the taking. Which is kind of awful.

[She levels a stare at him.]

And wrong.

So it was the same way. Someone who--

[And his frown deepens. Well, calm down, lady, he is trying to make sure the circumstances are the same so he can try and figure out a way to negotiate getting back.

Though if you keep on being so impossible to talk to, he might consider leaving you behind. I mean, seriously, she needs him far more than he needs her, in fact, give him three good reasons why--

Oh. Oh, okay, that's it, have a stare of his own. Not friendly. Not that his stares ever are, mind.]

-- Don't give me that look, it wasn't my fault. I'm trying to find us a way back and being kind enough to include you in that in spite of everything that happened. [Okay, again, he knows it wasn't her fault either, and maybe that is why he is even considering bringing her along, but it still doesn't invalidate the fact that controlled or not controlled, he too was dragged around and offered against his will, as well, to bring back someone that he still isn't sure how to feel about.

... Happening an awful lot lately, isn't it? People using him to bite or be bitten against his will.]

So either collaborate with me here, or I'm leaving you on your own in the middle of wherever this place is. Get it?

Oh right, I'm such a huge fan of the supernatural. I thought it would be a great idea to talk to a social outcast.

[Still umimpressed.]

Unfortunately, I don't think it's possible for you to leave me.

[You really have to get over yourself.] ... Go talk to a wall instead, then, we'd both be happy that way. [Minus the wall.

And deadpan look.]

You are confusing me with someone else. I'm not Mr. I Got Way Too Many Hormones Running Through My Body over-- Wherever the Hell he is. I have no reason to be here with you besides trying to be nice.

And getting tired of it.

So. [Tries to turn around. ... And doesn't move an inch.]

...

[Tries again.

... Nope. Not moving.

What the--...?]

[Merely blinks and gets right to the only remotely interesting part of his question.]

Who are you talking about?

Maybe you needed a vacation? [ Because what's a little awkward small talk between beta and alpha, right? ]

... Isaac?

[Okay, that's--... That's relief right there. He's not going to admit it, but.]

You are here, too? [Redundant question is redundant, but hey, just. Making sure. Yeah.

As for the comment, he gets a small snort for it, head shaking.] Yeah, from you lot, probably. Everything alright?

Hey, man. [ He says it facetiously, with a side dish of a lopsided head nod and eyebrow, but there's a hard nugget of don't get mad buried in it too. ]

If by alright you mean I'm not getting stabbed, then yeah, I'm pretty okay. What about you, though?

[Hey-- He is alright, that's all that matters right now. He does need more training, it's true, but Derek didn't exactly give the best of examples during that last fight, either, after all.

And Isaac stayed. He will try to teach him everything he can in whatever time they have left. Two is not a pack, but without knowing if Erica and Boyd are returning-- Two is the best they got. And Scott, if he wants to come along.

... Maybe Peter, too, they will have to see about that.

Anyway, some other time, he might have been mad. Right now, he is just relieved to see you here-- wherever 'here' is.]

I'm fine. [A nod.] Heard anything about any of the others?

[ To quote your uncle here, we're all works in progress. Isaac's staying, because he wants to stay. He wants to win, and maybe break free of himself along the way too.

See, he's learning control. And there's still a large misdirected part of him that wants to please you and make you proud, but that's a topic for another day. ]

No. Not from Erica or Boyd, not really, though I hear they're okay.

You think they might come back?

[And that... That actually means more to him than Isaac realizes.

He might have started all of this as a way to get a pack as quickly as possible in order to face what was to come, he might have thought it would be a lot more easier than what it actually is, he might have failed as the Alpha he thought he could be, too-- The Alpha he wanted (and still wants) to be.

But as you just said, in a way, he is a work in progress, too. And he intends to do better now, he intends to be a better teacher, a better everything. And besides... When he picked you to get under his wing, when he offered you the bite, he didn't just invite you to be part of his pack, he invited you to be part of his family.

And that speaks volumes, doesn't it? Coming from Derek.

You stayed. You stayed even when he failed. Guess that speaks volumes, too.]

I see. ... At least that, I guess. [The last question though, takes him a while to answer, as he seems to take a deep breath, hand clenching into a fist beside his body as his eyes pointedly avoid Isaac's own, looking at the floor instead.] I don't know.

[ He's not going to blame you for things you couldn't exactly help. Maybe that's what makes him different from Erica and Boyd, who still have families that they could go back to; different from Scott McCall and Stiles, who still have love enough in their bones from their mother and father to make their own little world out of nothing; different from even Allison and Lydia and Jackson, whose problems with their families aren't because of what they've done or haven't done, at least not directly, and not to them.

There are people he can trust again, Isaac thinks. People he can trust to have his back, people who'd prefer he didn't get hurt. That's something worth staying for. ]

Do you want them to come back? [ He asks, because while Isaac is okay with either outcome, he's not pack leader. ]

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[On that aspect, they really have something in common, don't they? Well, sort of. His parents were never cruel to him, never tortured him, but he too was betrayed by people he cared for and trusted. Kate wasn't family, per se, though she had been a first. Peter, though... Peter was family. And he had killed his sister.

Sometimes, he wondered why he was letting him stay around. He wasn't trustworthy but, then again, who did Derek trust, these days? An eye for an eye. And hopefully, one day, he would be able to form his own family, his own pack. He would be able to trust again, to know someone had his back, again.

One day.

For now, things aren't looking exactly promising. Still, again, Isaac is here. And he doesn't want him to get hurt, indeed. He never did, that was why his training was so brutish and blunt-- It was all about survival. But maybe he should have approached it slightly differently. He'd fix it, best he could.

The question takes him a while to answer, once again. And, once again, he avoids the beta's eyes.]

They are the ones who have to want to return. We are stronger as a pack-- But we can't work as one if they don't want to be here. It's their choice, from now on.

You too, huh?

Seems that way. [He has given up on trying to make any sense out of this or why there seems to be a million of you (and himself) around. How's he supposed to know who is real and who is not, anyway?]

Gotta admit, it's not the worst thing that's ever happened.

Yeah-- I can think of two or three things that were worse. [Small, maybe teasing smile.] Funny how only one of them does not include you, one way or the other.

Oh, ouch dude. That hurts.

I'm the one who keeps you alive.

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I really need to watch Teen wolf more :|

You won't regret it for sure! There's lack of it around, isn't there?

Eeh.. Unless I decide to become a pirate. arrrr! xD

I... guess that works, too? xD;;;

Aye, matey!

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