“Are you serious right now, Derek? I expect this kind of behaviour from him but you? You’re supposed to have morals. Can’t you see how wrong it is to keep her here? She is an innocent girl. Why did you think she might be a nogitsune anyway? What overwhelming evidence did you have to justify locking up a teenage girl?” With every question she grew increasingly irritated and her expression darkened. This was wrong and Derek had to know that.
Derek merely put on that expression that meant he didn’t like what he had to do, but he was going to do it anyway because he was so convinced he /had/ to do it. “It feeds off pain and chaos,” Peter interposed. “Feeds. I saw her feeding, Erica.”
Instantly Summer protested. “I wasn’t!”
“You saw her feeding? How did you see her feeding? She’s an empath! She feels emotions. Derek. You need to trust me for once in your god damn life. We are equals now and please, trust me, Derek.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. She wanted to convince him to let the girl out. If Erica asked her to then she wouldn’t run. She would stay and explain what being an empath meant.
If Peter had been the sort of person to throw up his hands in defeat when he realised he’d lost an argument, he probably would have done it then. Instead he folded his arms and leaned against the wall, fully prepared to watch as everything fell apart.
Derek, on the other hand, stepped back from the cage. “Go on.”
Summer wished she knew some way to persuade them without just making things worse. But if she had been capable of bending her morality far enough to let her simply make them into her friends, she would have done it days ago. All she could do was let Erica speak for her, and it was terrifying.