Derek figures it's better to err on the side of caution when he has no idea what the whole process of the SleepAid gas actually is beyond the walls of his own room because, so far, he's always been in it when the gas has been released. He only ever takes the curfew seriously because it's not like there's been anything else really vying for his attention at the 22:00 hour mark every night so far.
"My sister," he clarifies. "Some things are still kind of fuzzy. The vault door. I don't...my family's vault? Or the bank vault…? My family's vault had the triskele, yeah." Sucks. Stiles thinks it sucks that Laura's murder is the reason he came back to Beacon Hills at all and Derek thinks that's incredibly generous. "Yeah, well. It is what it is." He gives a tone of finality because even though he's only still just starting to come around to the idea that these "glitches" are actual memories, they hurt. They hurt a lot. And they hurt even more when he thinks about the fact that they're becoming more and more real and less and less glitch by the minute. No wonder he was so easy to brainwash once he finally gave in. He wanted it all to be a glitch, because if it isn't, then the whole second half of his life so far as been completely terrible. Who wouldn't want that to be a lie?
A small, humorless huff of semi-amusement escapes him. "Yeah, that tattoo is ugly as hell, agreed."
Stiles's response doesn't give Derek much to work off, so he asks directly. "How long do you think it'll take us to get back? I don't know where we are." He gives a little facial shrug. "I'm actually kind of okay with the lack of nightlife and bumps in the night."
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"My sister," he clarifies. "Some things are still kind of fuzzy. The vault door. I don't...my family's vault? Or the bank vault…? My family's vault had the triskele, yeah." Sucks. Stiles thinks it sucks that Laura's murder is the reason he came back to Beacon Hills at all and Derek thinks that's incredibly generous. "Yeah, well. It is what it is." He gives a tone of finality because even though he's only still just starting to come around to the idea that these "glitches" are actual memories, they hurt. They hurt a lot. And they hurt even more when he thinks about the fact that they're becoming more and more real and less and less glitch by the minute. No wonder he was so easy to brainwash once he finally gave in. He wanted it all to be a glitch, because if it isn't, then the whole second half of his life so far as been completely terrible. Who wouldn't want that to be a lie?
A small, humorless huff of semi-amusement escapes him. "Yeah, that tattoo is ugly as hell, agreed."
Stiles's response doesn't give Derek much to work off, so he asks directly. "How long do you think it'll take us to get back? I don't know where we are." He gives a little facial shrug. "I'm actually kind of okay with the lack of nightlife and bumps in the night."