[ The slow, methodical chopping of the butcher’s knife through meat stops as Stiles processes this. He’s silent, brows furrowed. While one part of him – the tiny sliver of pride he nurses as a teenage boy – wants to refuse to believe Klaus simply so he can say he wasn’t taken in by a lie if the older man starts laughing at him, the majority of Stiles accepts the claim as easily as Klaus makes it. Sure, why not? After everything he and the pack have experienced, after waking up in Hell, why should this be what he digs his heels in about? ]

Cool, [ he replies casually, even though he’s mostly thinking of how awful it actually sounds. ] How does that affect you here? The dream I had…he – [ Satan, which he doesn’t have the balls to say out loud in front of another demon right now ] – said we’re all dead. Can your power tell if that’s true or not?