"They're all yours." He says distractedly, eyes fixated on the tall gates that lead to all the buried bodies. He spent many a night with all these 'people' and it was weird coming back to it a year later, knowing there was a relative buried with them. Somehow now, all of the negative thoughts and images and horrid scenes floated back to him. Why did he want to visit the asshole that made his life a living hell. This was the stupidest idea ever, but he couldn't look away. There were tears of anger falling from his eyes continuously as he glared to where he knew he was buried. He hated him. Not even the positive memories that he uses on a full moon night were helping him.

Great...and now he looked weak and pathetic in front of Stiles.