[ this is less "chiding" and more "dramatic worrying", but given that stiles' worrying tends to circle the drain of snapping or aggressive exhaustion, there's no real logistical difference. billy says he was passed out and stiles is about to launch into a dozen different things he could have done - called stiles before meeting jean, called stiles when he found out how bad jean's injury was, called stiles when he made the decision to try to heal jean's injury, called stiles when the injury first hit him, called stiles when he woke up, told jean to call stiles when he felt like he was going to pass out - but whatever, it's not important. again: billy doesn't owe him anything like this.
he's grateful enough for that "try my best to" and just - pushes on. ]
I mean, again, the magical, mystical powder was magical and mystical on its own. I don't think the - impossible, magical thing that happened was because of me, exactly, I just think the - latent, magical properties of the super magical powder needed a little kick in its engine to get revving? Like. From what I can tell, you make things happen through the power of... just... being you. I made one thing happen with a fistful of magical, druidic training wheels strapped onto my wish-making muscles. I wasn't really riding that bike. Also, Deaton - Obi-Wan - is kind of a liar sometimes? Pretty big on lying, actually. "Only you can do this, Stiles" could have very easily just been Deaton for "I need to put pressure on you to do this because you're clearly not self-confident enough to charge up these magic batteries on your own". Or, like, "Literally anybody can do this, actually, but you're the only one available". So. Yeah. I've thought this through. A lot. Seriously. Trust me, there's nothing I'd love more than to discover some amazing, untapped power within me, but. Again - at my best when I'm hopped up on the ol' dew charging my way through Azeroth.
But, uh. The reason I asked about this in the first place was just - maybe you've got some secret trick up your sleeve to help us figure out whether or not the lembas is safe. I don't really want to risk you using your powers when you don't have to, though. Not while they're playing up.
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he's grateful enough for that "try my best to" and just - pushes on. ]
I mean, again, the magical, mystical powder was magical and mystical on its own. I don't think the - impossible, magical thing that happened was because of me, exactly, I just think the - latent, magical properties of the super magical powder needed a little kick in its engine to get revving?
Like.
From what I can tell, you make things happen through the power of... just... being you.
I made one thing happen with a fistful of magical, druidic training wheels strapped onto my wish-making muscles. I wasn't really riding that bike.
Also, Deaton - Obi-Wan - is kind of a liar sometimes? Pretty big on lying, actually.
"Only you can do this, Stiles" could have very easily just been Deaton for "I need to put pressure on you to do this because you're clearly not self-confident enough to charge up these magic batteries on your own". Or, like, "Literally anybody can do this, actually, but you're the only one available". So.
Yeah.
I've thought this through. A lot. Seriously.
Trust me, there's nothing I'd love more than to discover some amazing, untapped power within me, but. Again - at my best when I'm hopped up on the ol' dew charging my way through Azeroth.
But, uh. The reason I asked about this in the first place was just - maybe you've got some secret trick up your sleeve to help us figure out whether or not the lembas is safe.
I don't really want to risk you using your powers when you don't have to, though. Not while they're playing up.