So, um - I don't really think Peter did anything....too bad? To people? [Scott grimaces and shakes his head; he's in his room, balanced on the back too legs of his chair.] I don't....really know, actually, I didn't know where to look on the-- [He gestures with his free hand at the communicator.]

If he pissed anyone off, though, I'm sorry - he's an asshole. I've probably, uh, mentioned that before...

[He trails off, staring up at the ceiling, and wow is it any more obvious he does not want to talk about Peter freaking Hale? Scott sighs gustily, shakes his head and rocks forward back onto all four chair legs.]

Okay, so -- why were we the people we were? Like, is there a pattern? People we don't like? But - I don't think that's right either, though. [He's rambling more than usual, and anyone paying attention enough might realize it's because he's trying to keep other things at bay.] And I mean, it's obviously not people who killed us, and some people were their friends, weren't they? At least a few of you were, weren't you?

Does the Admiral even care if there's a theme?

[He scruffs at his hair for a moment, rolls his shoulders.] We haven't done lacrosse practice in a while, so - if anyone wants to play, or just throw a ball around, or whatever - I've got extra gear, and I'll, I'll be in the Enclosure for a while. If anyone wants to come. Yeah.

[Private to Anya]

I met Wanda, by the way. She was cool. [Also, moon. He will never do that again.]

[Private to Shiro]

Hey, uhm - do you want to meet me at the clinic later? It's kinda like how it was in the breach, just - smaller.

[Private to Kira]

[He's been avoiding this, mostly because he's afraid he doesn't have the right words. Scott doesn't want to make things worse, after all - but he doesn't think saying nothing is right, either.]

I....I saw you talked to Olivia. The lady who was here for Clementine. [And he's worried about the grudges she's probably holding.]

[Private to Allison]

[He felt it. That's what he hates: he felt he die again. It's not enough that he held her twice while she died, this time she was his beta and the nausea he felt - the head rush - it was like being decapitated all over again--

He knows he can't get lost in it. Scott shakes his head, breathes.]

How are you feeling?

[Open Spam]

[And true to his word, Scott is in the Enclosure, a lacrosse stick in hand, tossing a ball at an empty goal.]