[ The second she stops responding to his little questions (still with me? still awake?), Peter quietly freaks the hell out. The only thing that keeps him from losing his goddamn mind entirely is the fact that she's breathing, that he can still feel their connection.
He pushes himself as hard as he can, trudging through snow and wind, and by the time they reach Sanctuary, his whole body just feels tired and frozen and numb. But he refuses to hand her over to anyone, drags the two of them directly to Lilith and Roland. There's rage in his eyes and blood soaking his clothing and covering his hands, and god, he's so angry and terrified, and Maya's too silent and still in his arms--
He catches Lilith's gaze, and he wants to be angry at her and Roland, he really does. He wants to rage and yell and trash the room, but, no, not now. After. ]
Help her. [ And he's begging, eyes stinging and entire body trembling, and god, he would trade anything for Maya to be better. He hasn't begged like this in ages. He didn't beg for his life when the Ravagers came. He didn't beg when they punished him for mistakes.
The last time he begged like this, he was a child staring into his mother's empty eyes, pleading for her to just get up, please, please-- ]
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He pushes himself as hard as he can, trudging through snow and wind, and by the time they reach Sanctuary, his whole body just feels tired and frozen and numb. But he refuses to hand her over to anyone, drags the two of them directly to Lilith and Roland. There's rage in his eyes and blood soaking his clothing and covering his hands, and god, he's so angry and terrified, and Maya's too silent and still in his arms--
He catches Lilith's gaze, and he wants to be angry at her and Roland, he really does. He wants to rage and yell and trash the room, but, no, not now. After. ]
Help her. [ And he's begging, eyes stinging and entire body trembling, and god, he would trade anything for Maya to be better. He hasn't begged like this in ages. He didn't beg for his life when the Ravagers came. He didn't beg when they punished him for mistakes.
The last time he begged like this, he was a child staring into his mother's empty eyes, pleading for her to just get up, please, please-- ]
Please.