( His voice has softened from what Peter would remember. Maturity, age, weariness? All of the above. So much he could say to Peter about his future, what to expect. The Shanti Virus. His mother's manipulations. The mindfuckery with Nathan and himself... But, of course, he won't say anything. Just being here was breaking the butterfly's wings. )
Come on up. You can fly, right? Or do I need to lift you?
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( His voice has softened from what Peter would remember. Maturity, age, weariness? All of the above. So much he could say to Peter about his future, what to expect. The Shanti Virus. His mother's manipulations. The mindfuckery with Nathan and himself... But, of course, he won't say anything. Just being here was breaking the butterfly's wings. )
Come on up. You can fly, right? Or do I need to lift you?