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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 ([personal profile] superchameleon) wrote in [community profile] piscesnebula 2024-10-11 02:27 am (UTC)

Somehow that doesn't come as a surprise.

Peter had known that Bob experimented on his own daughter; Elle had told him as much. Not in those words, but in darkly playful asides. Implications. And he'd always gotten mired down in the implications for the rest of the day, wondering how many other people were experimented on, how many other kids had been tortured, and tearing himself apart with trying to justify staying there. He'd blinded himself willingly, telling himself it was for the best that he stay locked up and powerless.

He's lucky that they never experimented on him. Sometimes, he wonders why they didn't. Maybe his power was too volatile to risk an overload.

Peter sighs, pressing his forehead against Adam's nape. "I'm sorry," he murmurs there. "That you had to witness that. That you were stuck there for so long. That I didn't... see everything for what it was sooner."

The silver lining is that Adam wasn't having these nightmares all night. That shows an interesting kind of strength; he's been alive for centuries, he must have enough bad memories to play on repeat all week. Staring down the barrel of what might be his own immortal life, Peter's not sure he has that same kind of strength.

"We'll bring every single one of them down," he promises. "I don't care if it takes us years."

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