[ Nathan didn't know where the conversation would go from there. Maybe they'd discuss how Izzie ended up coming back to life again. It seemed like a reasonable enough question. Even Nathan wasn't sure about it. Izzie was dead. She was his greatest concern when it came to time travel, and when put next to the people dragged out of the future and the past and the strange things that turned up in people's lockers--Nathan owned paintings which had been destroyed in his own time. Izzie was nothing compared to that.
He dropped his hand away, with the trust that Peter would keep his face turned up still. His own hands dropped down into his lap, and he waited for Peter's question when he started to frame it. Can I ask you something first? Peter asked, and Nathan felt his stomach drop to the floor. What was it going to be? Is it true you wanted to open camps for specials? Is it true you had me drugged and stuffed on a plane? Did dad really steal my powers?
The question Peter came up with was little better. Nathan frowned at him. Where had he heard that? ]
It's...complicated. [ Damn it, that wasn't the answer he was supposed to give, and Nathan shook his head. It wasn't reassuring at all. ]
He's not our brother, I promise you that. There's no possible way. But--but our parents tried to make it seem like he was. Ma treated him like he was her pet serial killer or something. I know it sounds crazy. [ Nathan sighed. ] I'll explain all of it to you some time, but I promise you he's not our brother. I promise, alright?
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He dropped his hand away, with the trust that Peter would keep his face turned up still. His own hands dropped down into his lap, and he waited for Peter's question when he started to frame it. Can I ask you something first? Peter asked, and Nathan felt his stomach drop to the floor. What was it going to be? Is it true you wanted to open camps for specials? Is it true you had me drugged and stuffed on a plane? Did dad really steal my powers?
The question Peter came up with was little better. Nathan frowned at him. Where had he heard that? ]
It's...complicated. [ Damn it, that wasn't the answer he was supposed to give, and Nathan shook his head. It wasn't reassuring at all. ]
He's not our brother, I promise you that. There's no possible way. But--but our parents tried to make it seem like he was. Ma treated him like he was her pet serial killer or something. I know it sounds crazy. [ Nathan sighed. ] I'll explain all of it to you some time, but I promise you he's not our brother. I promise, alright?