[ Peter could replace sullen with stern far more easily now. Maybe it had taken Ireland and amnesia to turn him into the kind of man that he was supposed to be from the very beginning. A Petrelli that could hold his head high and make decisions for himself; the ones that started and ended with only himself, fuck everyone else. He didn't know who he was but it didn't matter there, because he told himself there wasn't anything to go back to. No other life until he was confronted with it. Until mistakes became his fault.
Except it had all fallen apart with Adam. Adam took it all away because he need Peter to follow, because he needed Peter to--
He couldn't think about this right now. Wasn't there something else he could face? Something else he could deal with until he could just forget that Adam had ever once mattered? And something else that wasn't the fact that he'd made choices that weren't his but were still him? Peter didn't want to start where he'd left off because that meant confronting it, and he wasn't about to do anything but silently let the guilt stack up. He'd almost killed everyone. He didn't get to feel better about that.
Trying to rip his jaw from Nathan's grasp would've just been an exercise in petulance and instead Peter turned to Nathan, still trying to avoid talking about where his life had actually left off. ]
But can I ask you something first? Last question, because I'm not sure if I even want anymore answers after this. [ The look he gave Nathan was one of utter severity -- 'you better not lie to me about this. But it was bound to end up sounding desperate, no matter what. ] Sylar's not our brother too, right? He's not actually related to us, Nathan, tell me there's no possible way.
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[ Peter could replace sullen with stern far more easily now. Maybe it had taken Ireland and amnesia to turn him into the kind of man that he was supposed to be from the very beginning. A Petrelli that could hold his head high and make decisions for himself; the ones that started and ended with only himself, fuck everyone else. He didn't know who he was but it didn't matter there, because he told himself there wasn't anything to go back to. No other life until he was confronted with it. Until mistakes became his fault.
Except it had all fallen apart with Adam. Adam took it all away because he need Peter to follow, because he needed Peter to--
He couldn't think about this right now. Wasn't there something else he could face? Something else he could deal with until he could just forget that Adam had ever once mattered? And something else that wasn't the fact that he'd made choices that weren't his but were still him? Peter didn't want to start where he'd left off because that meant confronting it, and he wasn't about to do anything but silently let the guilt stack up. He'd almost killed everyone. He didn't get to feel better about that.
Trying to rip his jaw from Nathan's grasp would've just been an exercise in petulance and instead Peter turned to Nathan, still trying to avoid talking about where his life had actually left off. ]
But can I ask you something first? Last question, because I'm not sure if I even want anymore answers after this. [ The look he gave Nathan was one of utter severity -- 'you better not lie to me about this. But it was bound to end up sounding desperate, no matter what. ] Sylar's not our brother too, right? He's not actually related to us, Nathan, tell me there's no possible way.