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[ stiles blinks at her, mouth open slightly. he touches the tip of his tongue to a canine, and then closes his mouth, lips turning down thoughtfully. ]

... To be fair, I don't think I've ever asked? [ he puts one of his hands out, as if this will help his clarification. ] If you're an alien. I've never asked if you're an alien so you wouldn't have had the opportunity to lie about being one.

[ here comes his other hand to join the first. ]

Not that I'm asking now or, or calling you a liar, I'm just saying.

[ he has no idea what the fuck he was just saying anymore to. be. honest. ]

[She gives him a little look, choosing not to speak for just a few seconds. Really underscore that point she's making with her silence.]

. . . quite.

[That's the end of that subject, as far as Rosalind and her tone are concerned. With a harsh exhale, she pinches the bridge of her nose. At least this has distracted Stiles from his primary grief, that's something good.]

Any other questions about myself and my past?

Edited 2019-02-08 05:04 (UTC)

[ stiles hesitates for a handful of moments, like he's contemplating arguing his point a little more even though he's kind of... veered off the tracks and lost his actual, original point. he presses his lips together and shakes his head. ]

... No. No, I'm good. [ ... ] Actually. Actually. I was kind of being serious with my original question. Minus all the Doctor Who stuff.

You're going to have to restate it, then.

[Because while she doesn't mind answering him, she still has no idea what Doctor Who-ing it up means.]

[ stiles drops both of his hands and shifts his weight around a little on the couch so he's sitting sideways, but still facing her, one leg drawn up and folded halfway underneath him. he's got one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch. ]

Okay, so. You can... tear holes in the universe. Can you still do that... here? I mean I assume it's not an easy thing because if it was and you could, you'd have done it already, probably, but.

I don't know.

[Ooh, she hates admitting that. Better memorize that sound, because she won't ever say it again.]

Theoretically, yes, of course. It would take an age and a half for me to rebuild the machine, and I don't even know if I'd have the right materials-- but yes, if I were to build it, there's no reason that it oughtn't work.

But. There was no way they could have caught me, either. And yet they did, somehow. And if they could do that, if they had something powerful enough not only to strip me of my powers, but revert me into a human, to force me to stay put . . . they may have something powerful enough to stop me from opening a tear in the world.

It isn't impossible. I've seen that done.

[ there is one thing in particular here that strikes stiles oddly, enough to make him squint a little at rosalind. revert me into a human. that's — a really weird thing coming from someone stiles has assumed, for the entire time that he's known her, is human. which is maybe a little bit naive on his part, considering where he comes from and the people who surround him, but rosalind has never really given any indication that she could be... something else.

stiles folds his lower lip over the edge of his bottom teeth, swipes the underside of his tongue over it, closes his mouth. okay. okay, that's something to unpack... eventually.

right now, though, he's thinking about scott, and the line he had down his throat when he got here. scott's last tattoo had to be burned into his flesh to make it stick, so it's likely that the people here would have had to do the same to mark him as a submissive. but that's not something any regular person unaware of werewolves would know to do. they would have had to subdue him, too, and there are very few things that can knock down a werewolf.

so these people know things. they know things, they have a certain level of power and knowledge that makes stiles feel a little unsettled. they were able to stop and capture rosalind, someone capable of walking across universes, and they brought her here like it was easy. like it was nothing.

stiles touches the side of his thumb to his lower lip while he thinks. after a beat, he looks up, moves his hand slightly just so he isn't muffling himself. ]

... Do you think you're going to try?

[That's the question, isn't it? The same one that Dr. Reid had posed to her months ago.]

. . . I'm not opposed. But if I do, it would have to be very, very carefully. I wouldn't want them to have even a hint of a suspicion as to what I'm building.