– You of all people, Scott, should know what happens to a lone wolf.
– He's not alone! He's got a pack.
– And Theo's not in it. But I am.
– I'm not in the pack, but... no one likes a Nazi.
– Me? You want me to... stop them? You know how many they are?
– Yeah. A lot of them. So get going.
– There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library. It's impossible.
– We can try.
– Where do you get this implausible optimism?
– Definitely not from my father.
– I don't really have a clear picture of where I was.
– I marked the territory. Visually. I marked it visually.
You have no self-preservation instincts. How are you my daughter?
– You said he was dying anyway. What does he have to lose?
– I can't promise this will work.
– I can hear you. I'm not dead yet.
– We need someone to just hear us.
– I think we already did.
Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?
– We don't exist! And we are already forgotten.
– Somebody's gonna remember me. Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone. They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me. Who would ever come for you?
– We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.
– That's why I'm the only person that's going in.
– You got a better idea?
– Yeah. It's called, "run like hell." So, leave in five?
I think you need to admit that you have an unhealthy attachment to Stiles.
– Would you please try to behave like a human?
– I need stiles for that.
– Why? Is he your human crutch?
– He's my anchor.
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