Without a word, Derek lifts his eyebrows and gives an almost imperceptible nod, hoping that now that she's blurted that out, she's gotten the shock out of her system enough to keep from being so blunt where other people can hear them. In his experience, the people in her family tend to be quick to recover from unpleasant or surprising information, though, and he's pleased to see that Allison is, as well.
He's quiet for a moment to let the implication and reality of his situation sink in for her. He can't hurt her, but he also can't really protect any of them. Beyond that, there's a pretty heavy realization to be had: the Computer is a lot more powerful than it lets on.
To her response, Derek nods. Ironically, the two people here who probably should be the least alike both were willing to welcome the Computer's explanation as fact, for their own reasons. He doesn't ask, but Derek suspects that they have that in common. She died; he's got no excuse except that he hated his life that much.
"Oh, we're definitely in good company," he says with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "The ironic part is that they're only making everything that much worse with the demonstrations. They're giving themselves away when they could be finding better ways to fight, taking advantage of their invisibility to plan. Instead, they're just rioting and wasting their time. More regulations will start, things will be stricter. People will be edgy and more quick to point the finger for treason. They're not fixing anything. They're just making it exponentially worse."
And Derek would know...because that was how he'd always approached things, too. Reactive, loud, and without any real planning. It's why he made such a terrible Alpha; it's why half of his pack is dead and the other half is in Europe or South America. "I haven't been here that long, but it's already at least the second or third time something like this has hastened," he admits. Derek leans toward her and lowers his voice, "and, if you ask me, based on what I've been seeing? I think this is just the beginning. It's only going to get worse from here…"
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He's quiet for a moment to let the implication and reality of his situation sink in for her. He can't hurt her, but he also can't really protect any of them. Beyond that, there's a pretty heavy realization to be had: the Computer is a lot more powerful than it lets on.
To her response, Derek nods. Ironically, the two people here who probably should be the least alike both were willing to welcome the Computer's explanation as fact, for their own reasons. He doesn't ask, but Derek suspects that they have that in common. She died; he's got no excuse except that he hated his life that much.
"Oh, we're definitely in good company," he says with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "The ironic part is that they're only making everything that much worse with the demonstrations. They're giving themselves away when they could be finding better ways to fight, taking advantage of their invisibility to plan. Instead, they're just rioting and wasting their time. More regulations will start, things will be stricter. People will be edgy and more quick to point the finger for treason. They're not fixing anything. They're just making it exponentially worse."
And Derek would know...because that was how he'd always approached things, too. Reactive, loud, and without any real planning. It's why he made such a terrible Alpha; it's why half of his pack is dead and the other half is in Europe or South America. "I haven't been here that long, but it's already at least the second or third time something like this has hastened," he admits. Derek leans toward her and lowers his voice, "and, if you ask me, based on what I've been seeing? I think this is just the beginning. It's only going to get worse from here…"