[ It is a shock, but Peter has seen so many shocking things as of late, has been experienced to things he could never have imagined up, whether from a dream or a nightmare. He doesn't startle at the information, doesn't gasp or ogle him. He just regards Diarmuid with a thoughtful, almost calm stare.
Sixteen... so young. Just a boy, like him. And like back in the hell of the Dome, there's some unspoken clarification of trust towards this boy because of that fact alone: he's someone young and kind. Adults aren't... aren't trustworthy. They do horrible things. ]
Me too. Sixteen, I mean. [ He'll be seventeen soon, in a matter of weeks really, but Peter isn't really keeping track of that. His voice softens again, easing gently into conversation. It's one of the first he's really had since waking up here. ]
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Sixteen... so young. Just a boy, like him. And like back in the hell of the Dome, there's some unspoken clarification of trust towards this boy because of that fact alone: he's someone young and kind. Adults aren't... aren't trustworthy. They do horrible things. ]
Me too. Sixteen, I mean. [ He'll be seventeen soon, in a matter of weeks really, but Peter isn't really keeping track of that. His voice softens again, easing gently into conversation. It's one of the first he's really had since waking up here. ]
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