[ Complicated doesn't begin to describe these past few weeks.
Traumatic, perhaps, would be more apt.
Peter can't count how many times his world has been shaken, overturned. He doesn't like thinking about the number of times he's nearly been killed, or the number of times he's woken up after a blank spot in his memory. He doesn't want to talk about the fact that he isn't the man he thought he was, that the only thing keeping him himself is a small pendant hanging from a chain.
(He keeps that pendant close, though, the chain wrapped around his wrist beneath his sleeve. He can't risk being without it again; he doesn't want anymore blackness where time should be, doesn't want to unleash-- that and disappear.)
The only good to come out of this is Maya -- and that scares him, too. In a lot of ways, he barely knows her, and yet he's placed his life in her hands, over and over again. Would do so until the end of time. His whole life, he's only trusted himself; in the span of a few weeks, he's learned to trust in Maya entirely. For a while there, he was terrified she would leave to find greener pastures, less worthless charges, but-- she hasn't. She's bound herself to him, and he's still trying to figure out why. He needs her, certainly, even loves her. He just-- doesn't get why she loves him back.
Still, he trusts Maya, trusts her judgment -- and she's way smarter than him, anyway. They're making the trek up a mountain trail to some out of the way city-- Sanctuary, if he remembers right -- where Maya thinks someone may be able to help him with his-- problem.
Not for the first time, he envies Maya her limitless stamina and her ability to ignore the laws of gravity. It's freezing up here, and his boots keep sinking into the snow, and he has to struggle his way through each step, and--
fighting evil by moonlight
Traumatic, perhaps, would be more apt.
Peter can't count how many times his world has been shaken, overturned. He doesn't like thinking about the number of times he's nearly been killed, or the number of times he's woken up after a blank spot in his memory. He doesn't want to talk about the fact that he isn't the man he thought he was, that the only thing keeping him himself is a small pendant hanging from a chain.
(He keeps that pendant close, though, the chain wrapped around his wrist beneath his sleeve. He can't risk being without it again; he doesn't want anymore blackness where time should be, doesn't want to unleash-- that and disappear.)
The only good to come out of this is Maya -- and that scares him, too. In a lot of ways, he barely knows her, and yet he's placed his life in her hands, over and over again. Would do so until the end of time. His whole life, he's only trusted himself; in the span of a few weeks, he's learned to trust in Maya entirely. For a while there, he was terrified she would leave to find greener pastures, less worthless charges, but-- she hasn't. She's bound herself to him, and he's still trying to figure out why. He needs her, certainly, even loves her. He just-- doesn't get why she loves him back.
Still, he trusts Maya, trusts her judgment -- and she's way smarter than him, anyway. They're making the trek up a mountain trail to some out of the way city-- Sanctuary, if he remembers right -- where Maya thinks someone may be able to help him with his-- problem.
Not for the first time, he envies Maya her limitless stamina and her ability to ignore the laws of gravity. It's freezing up here, and his boots keep sinking into the snow, and he has to struggle his way through each step, and--
-- Snow, he decides, is the goddamn worst. ]