[ Yeah. Okay. This is absolutely not good, and if this were a different vision, if this were practically anything else, his focus might be better. Maybe he'd be paying more attention to their surroundings. Maybe his head would be on straighter, and maybe he'd see the fine lines on the walls, the floors, the ceilings. And maybe he'd understand how out of place they are, considering Ego would have never allowed such imperfections in his home in life.
But it's not a different vision, or memory, or whatever the hell this is. It's this one, and Peter has spent months burying all this shit with his father, damming it all up. He hasn't been dealing as well as he claims he has been, so much as he's been forgetting.
But here it all is again, dragged into the light. Like ripping open old wounds and dumping salt all over them. He doesn't know that he's ever been this furious, this sick, and the metal and plastic of his blaster's grips creak as his hands tighten around them.
He lowers his head, breathing raggedly, and he screws his eyes shut. Calm down, he tells himself. Calm down, calm down, calm down. This isn't helping.
He should be asking clarifying questions. He should suggest that they look around, since it seems they have some bit of freedom. But the only words he can dredge up are, ]
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But it's not a different vision, or memory, or whatever the hell this is. It's this one, and Peter has spent months burying all this shit with his father, damming it all up. He hasn't been dealing as well as he claims he has been, so much as he's been forgetting.
But here it all is again, dragged into the light. Like ripping open old wounds and dumping salt all over them. He doesn't know that he's ever been this furious, this sick, and the metal and plastic of his blaster's grips creak as his hands tighten around them.
He lowers his head, breathing raggedly, and he screws his eyes shut. Calm down, he tells himself. Calm down, calm down, calm down. This isn't helping.
He should be asking clarifying questions. He should suggest that they look around, since it seems they have some bit of freedom. But the only words he can dredge up are, ]
The kid. What was his name?