[This is the first time he's seeing what actually happened since he was a kid. He's smart enough to figure out that the most rational explanation is that as a child his mind edited the memory to protect him. But this is an emotional revelation and the shadow image of the memory he's had all this time tries its hardest to stay put.
He has to turn away from the scene as his mother screams that he's trying to kill her and tries to get away from him or attack him. She makes more swipes and his child self cowers away, afraid but still trying to talk to her, "It's me, mommy. It's Stiles."
And then she's visibly having trouble breathing, catching her breath. Even with the assistance from machines. Her screams turn into hoarse wheezing breaths and her eyes go glassy. Her protests turn into mutters between wheezing gasps of "Get away. Get it away."
Stiles doesn't move away from the touch on his arm, but he's definitely trembling as he looks back at the scene. Though the violence and screaming has died down, the look on his mother's face is haunting as she struggles to breathe and mutter incoherently. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, but wide and terrified, unblinking.]
…It… won't be long now. [He manages to say in a quiet, hoarse voice.]
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He has to turn away from the scene as his mother screams that he's trying to kill her and tries to get away from him or attack him. She makes more swipes and his child self cowers away, afraid but still trying to talk to her, "It's me, mommy. It's Stiles."
And then she's visibly having trouble breathing, catching her breath. Even with the assistance from machines. Her screams turn into hoarse wheezing breaths and her eyes go glassy. Her protests turn into mutters between wheezing gasps of "Get away. Get it away."
Stiles doesn't move away from the touch on his arm, but he's definitely trembling as he looks back at the scene. Though the violence and screaming has died down, the look on his mother's face is haunting as she struggles to breathe and mutter incoherently. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, but wide and terrified, unblinking.]
…It… won't be long now. [He manages to say in a quiet, hoarse voice.]