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For a moment he stops and breathes, slow, measured breaths that usually help him centre himself, control himself. It's like a full moon night, keeping himself entirely focused on his very own, personal brand of anger and hatred and disgust, and he taps into it now, hopes for the best.
It doesn't change anything.
Derek is cursed into humanity, and from then on lies a path towards self-discovery. And Stiles.