[ He stares at her for a long while (breathe in, breathe out, just breathe, just breathe) but eventually he turns his head to stare at the ceiling of the little cave.
He doesn't believe her, and he feels a twinge of bitterness at the realization -- because for a second, he wanted to. He likes Maya, really likes her, considers her a friend when he hasn't had a real one since he was a child. He was stupid enough to take a blow meant for her, and something in his gut sinks when he thinks that if he had to repeat the day, he'd do it again. He doesn't want to see her hurt.
But why should she feel the same about him? The closest thing he has to a family anymore is the Ravagers, and none of them would shed a tear if he was lost, would in fact divvy out what paltry belongings he had left behind, if they hadn't done so already. And Maya is under an obligation to him; she has to protect him because of their contract, and she's a Siren, leads men to their doom--
-- No, no, that's the Ravager voice, and Peter needs to stop listening to it.
He doesn't know if it's the way his head is throbbing in time with his heartbeat or if it's the all-encompassing ache of his body that has scrambled his thoughts, but obviously he's not thinking clearly right now. ]
... Tired. [ He digs the heels of his palms into his temples. It's a ridiculous cop-out, and he knows it, but he can't deal with this right now, and he shifts slightly away from her. ] Sorry, just-- tired.
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He doesn't believe her, and he feels a twinge of bitterness at the realization -- because for a second, he wanted to. He likes Maya, really likes her, considers her a friend when he hasn't had a real one since he was a child. He was stupid enough to take a blow meant for her, and something in his gut sinks when he thinks that if he had to repeat the day, he'd do it again. He doesn't want to see her hurt.
But why should she feel the same about him? The closest thing he has to a family anymore is the Ravagers, and none of them would shed a tear if he was lost, would in fact divvy out what paltry belongings he had left behind, if they hadn't done so already. And Maya is under an obligation to him; she has to protect him because of their contract, and she's a Siren, leads men to their doom--
-- No, no, that's the Ravager voice, and Peter needs to stop listening to it.
He doesn't know if it's the way his head is throbbing in time with his heartbeat or if it's the all-encompassing ache of his body that has scrambled his thoughts, but obviously he's not thinking clearly right now. ]
... Tired. [ He digs the heels of his palms into his temples. It's a ridiculous cop-out, and he knows it, but he can't deal with this right now, and he shifts slightly away from her. ] Sorry, just-- tired.