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“What’s your code?” Stiles asks, seemingly uncaring of the way Chris’ eyes roam the room for a weapon. Chris doesn’t answer, and Stiles snaps his fingers impatiently. “The argent code, what is it?”
“Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.” Chris rattles off in a voice that indicates the response has long since become rote. “It means that we hunt those who hunt us.”
“We hunt those who hunt us.” Stiles says, tilting his head to the side as if he was trying to understand the taste of those words. “Would you say that’s a morally righteous stance Christopher?” Chris blinked at him for a moment.
“I know not all of my family has followed the code.” Chris says, and he seems to be choosing his words carefully, caution on his face.
“That wasn’t the question. Do your morals permit your code? Is it right to hunt those who hunt you?” Stiles asked, looking at the hunter without any visible emotion.
“Yes, we have to protect people.” Chris said, and he sounded tired resigned. Stiles smiled at that, and a chill ran up Chris’ spine.
“I’m so glad we can agree,” Stiles turned towards the door, and lifted his hand, gun cocked. The door burst open, and in the blink of an eye Stiles pulls the trigger. The shot lands perfectly between her eyes' and the form of Kate Argent slumps to the ground.
Chris didn’t cry out, barely looked at the still form of his sister. Instead he kept wary eyes on Stiles as he backed away.
“To my knowledge you have never killed an innocent.” Stiles says, without looking at him. “I’m sorry for what I’m going to do to your family.”
“I can’t let you just kill them.” Chris protests, but he doesn’t sound like he truly believes it. Stiles turns to him, one eyebrow raised.
“Why not? You’ve been perfectly content to sit by as they murdered innocent people.” Stiles points out. “I’m sparing you, and Allison, although she has hunted innocents.”
“It won’t happen again.” Chris says, and Stiles doesn’t really believe him, but Allison will choose her own fate in time, until then he has a hell of a mess to clean up.
“Be sure that she doesn’t.” Stiles says, turning away from Chris. “I follow your code now hunter, know that my kills are as justified as your own. For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”
“I don’t like this.” Chris says, and Stiles turns back from the doorway, a sharp smile on his face.
“Now you know how the wolves feel.”