The words go through Peter like a knife. Menace or no, that's - that's proof, isn't? He hasn't told anyone exactly what happened that night. Some people here know that Ben was killed by a lycan; others know that Peter holds himself responsible for Ben, or has heard an outright confession by Peter for killing his uncle. But both pieces together? No. It's him. It has to be him. Some version of him, warped maybe, but.

"But - it's him, Héctor, it's really--" That's about the point where Héctor shoves him back, sending Peter stumbling back down the gazebo steps. Again, with his strength, he could force this, etc., but he's so bewildered and unhappy and - and dammit, that's Ben, he knows it is-- He's not running, but he is hanging back for a moment, just lost beyond his ability to cope for a second. His uncle's death is still fresh in his mind; it's been barely seven months since he lost him.

Meanwhile, the hollow lets out a cry of rage. As if Héctor needed any further proof this thing is a monster. Ben splits along that neck injury, a gaping maw exposing itself underneath. Ben's form is just that: an outward form, with the rest of the monster lurking beneath the surface. Spider legs begin to emerge from it as more and more bulk spills out, its mass cracking the gazebo floor and splintering the roof above it.

Maybe Héctor ought to run too.