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Interrogation with Agent Rossi:
- Jackson Whittemore

"He didn't kill those people obviously, he's human. I did that, I was kanima." His eyes are set to a glare and his jaw is clenched.

"A kanima is a being who reaches out for a master. A being who's controlled by someone else." Rossi states.

"Yes, that someone else was Matt Daehler."

"Oh, well everything is starting to make more sense now." Jackson tries to smile but it comes off as a grimace.

"Listen, Stiles and them are probably the only reason I made it out alive." He looks irritated but his eyes are sincere.

"When I was trapped... I just didn't know who I was. I found out I was adopted, realized that even though I was with the hottest girl at school I could never loved her because I'm gay, as stupid as it sounds, the only thing I cared about was lacrosse. Then those two idiots took that from me and well, I lost it." He plays with his hands and says.

"Stiles knew that. After the whole Kanima business went down, he came to me when I was alone. I have no idea how he found me, it had to be four o'clock in the morning and I was in the middle of the woods, but I'm glad he did.

He sat down next to me and held my hand. He told me everything was going to be alright and that it was okay- it was okay to be me. He told me I didn't have to hide it, and that I should just follow my heart." Jackson shakes his head.

And Rossi smiles at him, this kid has gone through so much, he thinks.

"Stiles helped me find myself when everyone else had given up."

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Interrogation with Agent Prentiss:
- Scott McCall

"So you guys had no idea the desk clerk of the motel you stayed at ended up dead the same day you left?" Prentiss looks skeptical but one look at Scott and she knows it's true.

"My pack doesn't believe in killing people. Ever."

"Okay, how about the fire? How did the hotel catch fire?" When these words leave her mouth, Scott freezes, guilt and discomfort washing over him.

He lets go of a breath and says, "I already told you about the crazy shit that hotel made us do. I just didn't give you the whole story yet. It's not something I want to share but I guess I kinda have to." He scratches the back of his neck and signs.

"I don't remember how I got there, all I remember is being there. Outside of the motel drenched in gasoline from head to toe with a lit flare in my hand. That's how they found me- Stiles, Lydia and Allison I mean. I remember Everything I said.

There's no hope.

Every time I try to fight back it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt, people keep getting killed." He breaths in but continues.

"After I said that Stiles stepped in. He told me that it wasn't me doing the talking. He said it was the motel, that it did things to people like me. Made us different.

What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I can do for everyone else?

Do you remember how it was before that? You and me? We were nothing.

We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse, we weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

"I really thought that I wanted to kill myself. There was a part of me that watched everything happen as if it were a movie, and I was going to do it. I wanted to and I think Stiles knew that deep down, that was actually how I was feeling.

I'll never forget what he said to me." He's voice is raspy from all the emotions he try's to choke down, eyes never looking up to see Emily's tears spill.

"Scott just listen to me okay. You're not a no one... okay? You're someone.

Scott you're my best friend. Okay and I need you.

Scott you're my brother. Alright so, so if you're gonna do this then... I think your just gonna have to take me with you." The tears Scott was holding back fall and drop onto his shirt.

"He walked into the puddle of gasoline I was in and threw the flare away from us. He risked his life for me, again." He wipes at his eyes smiles a little.

"The flare rolled onto the gasoline and that's how the building caught fire."

Emily takes Scott's hand in her's and says, "You've got an amazing family. I'm glad, you are alive and well today."

"Thank you."

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Interrogation with Garcia:
- Malia Tate

"We met in Eichen House. Well, we met there after he and Scott managed to free me of my wild state." Malia looks annoyed.

Penelope, who must admit to being the tiniest bit afraid of the young, wild woman, nods politely while listening.

"Just listen up. I won't repeat myself and you're not telling anyone you heard this from me." Her glare was intense as she spoke.

"Stiles was the first person to ever show me what it meant to love. What it meant to care and to learn and to grow. He taught me how to be human." She sucks in a deep breath, looking away from Penelope to say-

"I knew Stiles and I were temporary. We both knew it but... being his temporary was the best thing to have ever happen to me. I'm no longer in love with him, but when I was he made me feel like I was on top of the world. Like I was worthy of love and of life. Like I was good."

Penelope smiles, "Sometimes a good soul is all it takes to mend a broken one."

"Stiles is more than a good soul. He's a loving one."