[ First. The pale man? There's something deeply unsettling about him, and Peter finds himself keeping a wary eye on him. He thinks the man casts him curious, interested glances every once and again, and it makes his stomach churn.
Second. What the fuck are they supposed to do about a motherfucking dragon?
Each step they take away from Roland's office saps away more and more of Peter's resolve. They're fucked. They're seriously fucked. There's no fucking way-- there's just. There's no way. He'll just have to live with this thing inside him, this thing that destroys and kills without blinking. Those few moments were still just a blank space in his memory, but he thinks he remembers flashes of feelings. Rage. Blood lust. A bitter coldness.
When Maya speaks, he's opening his mouth to speak as well. He waits for her to finish and shakes his head. ]
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Second. What the fuck are they supposed to do about a motherfucking dragon?
Each step they take away from Roland's office saps away more and more of Peter's resolve. They're fucked. They're seriously fucked. There's no fucking way-- there's just. There's no way. He'll just have to live with this thing inside him, this thing that destroys and kills without blinking. Those few moments were still just a blank space in his memory, but he thinks he remembers flashes of feelings. Rage. Blood lust. A bitter coldness.
When Maya speaks, he's opening his mouth to speak as well. He waits for her to finish and shakes his head. ]
There's no fucking way.