[ the video that pops up is of his older-yet-more-recent protege shows him... sitting on the floor of his room, apparently, looking somewhere between having been hit by a bat (metaphorically) and terrified out of his mind (literally). ]

Uh... so, magical 911, right?

[ deep breaths, Stiles. deep breaths. ]

I woke up, and there was this. [ he holds up a scroll with the ALASTAIR seal on it — broken, so he's clearly read the contents. ]

And I don't know if I'm reading this right, because there's a lot of words about psychic interference and stuff, but- uh, it says they definitely gave me something, but Peter and Gwen are out and I can't work this out and did they seriously just slam-dunk some weird magic mojo into my head, how does that even work, shouldn't there be like, a written form of consent —

[ so... about those deep breaths. ]