[He's not a violent man. He's seen death's face and he wasn't interested in introducing it to anyone else. He was never that kind of person in the first place and upon coming here he didn't once consider the combat classes or anything close.
He wishes he had.
Peter's text tells of meeting his uncle, but Peter, though he's come to care dearly about this kid, doesn't think. Namely about the context a text like that has without knowing his Uncle's been healed. He grabs two borrowed tools he'd been using for repairs-- a hammer and a screwdriver-- and darts out the door without his cane. Though he should be dead, his heart feels like it's racing faster than he is.
It takes too long to get there. His imagination pulls up scene after scene of things he can't stomach-- too easy, far too easy with all he's seen in the outlands.
And then he makes it to the roof. That thing isn't Ben. Not even the monster of him. It doesn't matter. And he doesn't need to know Japanese to tell whatever's being said isn't good.]
PETER!
[The monster rushes Peter and with a cry he pulls back an arm and throws that hammer at the beast's back.]
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He wishes he had.
Peter's text tells of meeting his uncle, but Peter, though he's come to care dearly about this kid, doesn't think. Namely about the context a text like that has without knowing his Uncle's been healed. He grabs two borrowed tools he'd been using for repairs-- a hammer and a screwdriver-- and darts out the door without his cane. Though he should be dead, his heart feels like it's racing faster than he is.
It takes too long to get there. His imagination pulls up scene after scene of things he can't stomach-- too easy, far too easy with all he's seen in the outlands.
And then he makes it to the roof. That thing isn't Ben. Not even the monster of him. It doesn't matter. And he doesn't need to know Japanese to tell whatever's being said isn't good.]
PETER!
[The monster rushes Peter and with a cry he pulls back an arm and throws that hammer at the beast's back.]