Peter’s lived this moment a lot – a lot – over the past several months, whether he wanted to or not. The memory crept up on him in unexpected moments, and he remembers all too well how it felt to be under Ego’s sway. How peaceful it was, how beautiful the images that played in his mind were. It was like getting lost in some idyllic painting. It was like being covered in a warm blanket.
This is his first time being on the outside looking in, though, and he feels— sick. Disgusted. Furious. Like he’s caught somewhere between wanting to puke or tearing the place down with his bare hands. Maybe both? It’d be like something out of The Exorcist.
By now, Peter’s heard a lot about the bullshit with people stepping into one another’s memories, though he hasn’t experienced it much, himself. He was at least a little naïve enough to believe that maybe his own would be left alone, or at least unwitnessed, but – surprise, surprise – things almost never go his way.
Which is what prompts this guy, identical to the hypnotized asshole in the center of the room, to ask, ]
Who the hell are you?
[ who has time for politeness? Not Peter, apparently. ]
perfect!
Peter’s lived this moment a lot – a lot – over the past several months, whether he wanted to or not. The memory crept up on him in unexpected moments, and he remembers all too well how it felt to be under Ego’s sway. How peaceful it was, how beautiful the images that played in his mind were. It was like getting lost in some idyllic painting. It was like being covered in a warm blanket.
This is his first time being on the outside looking in, though, and he feels— sick. Disgusted. Furious. Like he’s caught somewhere between wanting to puke or tearing the place down with his bare hands. Maybe both? It’d be like something out of The Exorcist.
By now, Peter’s heard a lot about the bullshit with people stepping into one another’s memories, though he hasn’t experienced it much, himself. He was at least a little naïve enough to believe that maybe his own would be left alone, or at least unwitnessed, but – surprise, surprise – things almost never go his way.
Which is what prompts this guy, identical to the hypnotized asshole in the center of the room, to ask, ]
Who the hell are you?
[ who has time for politeness? Not Peter, apparently. ]