He makes no comment as Peter works, breaking the padlock, moving the heavy dumpster. He just keeps his watch between Peter and the entry to that alleyway, just in case the creature catches up.
He can't help but laugh a little at Peter's gentle pleading. "I'm not going anywhere," He assures. "Already dead." He's dropped down onto garbage and he winces a little and exhales heavy.
Though it goes pitch black as the lid shuts, that doesn't long. The shimmers and flickers off his trembling bones illuminate the inside. He watches the lid, listening close and careful for the sounds of the monster, and his head goes over a prayer he can hardly remember.
The amulet in that shop is already making him ache through his bones, building like a fever, but he says nothing. He simply... waits.
It's in a long enough silence that his eyes finally drop to meet Peter's. Everything hits then and he finds himself unable to really speak.
That was Ben.
That was Peter's dead uncle, torn apart like that, saying those cruel and terrible things.
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He can't help but laugh a little at Peter's gentle pleading. "I'm not going anywhere," He assures. "Already dead." He's dropped down onto garbage and he winces a little and exhales heavy.
Though it goes pitch black as the lid shuts, that doesn't long. The shimmers and flickers off his trembling bones illuminate the inside. He watches the lid, listening close and careful for the sounds of the monster, and his head goes over a prayer he can hardly remember.
The amulet in that shop is already making him ache through his bones, building like a fever, but he says nothing. He simply... waits.
It's in a long enough silence that his eyes finally drop to meet Peter's. Everything hits then and he finds himself unable to really speak.
That was Ben.
That was Peter's dead uncle, torn apart like that, saying those cruel and terrible things.
That was him turning into a monster.
And Peter saw it all.
"...I'm sorry. I'm so... so sorry."