[ He stops at her command and stamps down on that little flicker of hope.
Dangerous, he thinks. Leads men to their doom.
He's not sure what he's referring to this time.
Peter resolutely does not turn to face her, opting instead to lean against the stone; a sharp edge digs into his shoulder, and he uses the feel of it to ground himself.
He doesn't want her pity. He doesn't want to hear her empty assurances. He's sick of feeling like she's coddling him, being kind and-- and friendly out of some weird sort of servitude, and before, he ate it up, because he wanted so badly to have a friend for once in his fucking life. Stupid. Sentimental.
He bows his head. He can't stand to hear anymore empty words, so he speaks before she can. ]
I could terminate the contract. If that's what you want.
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Dangerous, he thinks. Leads men to their doom.
He's not sure what he's referring to this time.
Peter resolutely does not turn to face her, opting instead to lean against the stone; a sharp edge digs into his shoulder, and he uses the feel of it to ground himself.
He doesn't want her pity. He doesn't want to hear her empty assurances. He's sick of feeling like she's coddling him, being kind and-- and friendly out of some weird sort of servitude, and before, he ate it up, because he wanted so badly to have a friend for once in his fucking life. Stupid. Sentimental.
He bows his head. He can't stand to hear anymore empty words, so he speaks before she can. ]
I could terminate the contract. If that's what you want.