[ His unceremonious confession is met with an equally unceremonious response. Which is... telling, really, that he's talking about all of this too late. It's telling that Henry knows more than she ever should have had to know — things he should have tried to prepare her for before she had to face them herself. And once again, his guilt eats at his stomach, a little creature gnawing and gnawing away. He keeps wondering when he'll finally be all the way hollowed out.

Though, then again, maybe it's just.... easy to believe. Looking back now, "demonic possession" hasn't exactly been a subtle thing. The signs have been there for a long, long time. He just couldn't.... put his thumb on it. And he couldn't accept.

Still. He's known about it long enough. He should have said something. And the discomfort shows on his face at her question; Peter looks down, like he can't look at her. ]

I guess I started really.... figuring it out back when the... the Titanic stuff happened.

[ So...... months and months ago. Fuck. ]

I forgot who I really was and all that, but..... whoever I thought I was, knew he had a, uh... a demon. He knew that was what it was, and he was terrified about it.

[ ....Deerington had concocted a pretty on-point little au for him. ]

...And over time, I guess I... I've met people who know about stuff like that, and they've..... helped me see it, too. [ He's staring at his hands, refusing to look up at her. ]

Looking back, I can see it's been with me this whole time. I thought it was just... some shit my head made up, or.... a ghost following me around, or.... I don't know. Something.

[ And then it's there. ] I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I just.... I didn't know how.