[ For just a second, Stiles looks at him like he's got two heads. He's had a few people approach him from the past, but none of them have taken such a direct approach--typically, he's something broken, something to be avoided. And Stiles doesn't blame them, not really; if it was him in their shoes, he'd be avoiding it too. His answers aren't as lucid as he thinks they are, and sometimes Stiles thinks he's wiped the memories from his mind, but they never really go away, the image of the jabberwocky eating people whole practically seared into his brain.

He takes in a slow, steadying breath, crossing his arms across his chest--but it's more of a hold than anything else, like he's anchoring himself in the present. ] It...

[ The first word comes out and then, the dam breaks. ] It was my idea--I caused it, the jabberwocky came and the Duchess disappeared with the sword so anytime we attacked it it just. Consumed everything. It ate swords and got sharper teeth. I thought--everything was falling apart, the mirrors were on our side and I thought if we threw it into the core of the mansion, it would die and we'd be done with it, forever, but no, it--it never made it that far.

[ Stiles swallows thickly and shakes his head furiously, like he's trying to shake the memory. ] The sword. You have to have the sword it's the only way--it's the only way to kill it.