[ It definitely wasn't something either he or Luna wanted. A sort of last resort, and one that cost.... a huge sacrifice. Only Paimon came out of it truly happy. Glad someone did. With your creepy fucking lock of hair that's so precious to you. ]

You never know. [ It could be all manner of freaky shit. Bestow some curse upon them or...... make them turn into five-year-old versions of themselves. This place runs a wide spectrum of Bad Effects.

But he also knows that random items show up often that aren't dangerous, and actually helpful instead (even if those... unnerve him just as much as the antagonistic stuff...) He eyes Henry as she slips it into her pocket and then looks back at him, meeting her gaze.

The answer is an immediate relief; death may be temporary here, but that doesn't make the concept any less.... horrific. ]

Think I couldn't handle it? [ It's not said as a challenge; there's a shadow of a smile ghosting the edges of his mouth. Peter knows he... can't handle certain things. He still doesn't know how Luna had died way back on the Titanic; he can't bear to know the details. Not yet. ]

I keep bumping into people's... ghosts. The ones that show up after they died. If I'm going to see one of you, I'd definitely wanna know.