( There's so much about Falco's home world that's strange and horrifying and cruel. Peter's been putting together what he's glimpsed of it over time, but there are still lots of missing pieces, gaps.
And what's in those gaps.... are things like this. Awful truths, things that make it hard to breathe, for a moment. Falco's cushioned and muffled close to him, a thick layer of material separating them, but Peter reaches up, fingertips shaking only a little, to graze the side of the younger boy's head. He's trying to keep himself together. He's halfway dissociating through some of it anyway, hazy and ghostlike and still feeling like someone else is sitting here.
But the reality of it put into word-form comes in suddenly and staggers him all over again right back into himself. Falco is going to die, when he's still a young man. That is what Peter's being told.
Suddenly, his eyes are full and wet and he's blinking too rapidly. His heart breaks; he feels it happen. It's like shards up under his ribs. )
Maybe— um. Maybe because you're here, it won't— it won't happen.
(Here as in Trench, as in not Falco's home world, as in the place that's supposed to be a rebirth.... but even as he says that, his voice is shaking. Falco's sick; Peter's just seen it for himself. Symptoms. Symptoms of something still there.
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And what's in those gaps.... are things like this. Awful truths, things that make it hard to breathe, for a moment. Falco's cushioned and muffled close to him, a thick layer of material separating them, but Peter reaches up, fingertips shaking only a little, to graze the side of the younger boy's head. He's trying to keep himself together. He's halfway dissociating through some of it anyway, hazy and ghostlike and still feeling like someone else is sitting here.
But the reality of it put into word-form comes in suddenly and staggers him all over again right back into himself. Falco is going to die, when he's still a young man. That is what Peter's being told.
Suddenly, his eyes are full and wet and he's blinking too rapidly. His heart breaks; he feels it happen. It's like shards up under his ribs. )
Maybe— um. Maybe because you're here, it won't— it won't happen.
( Here as in Trench, as in not Falco's home world, as in the place that's supposed to be a rebirth.... but even as he says that, his voice is shaking. Falco's sick; Peter's just seen it for himself. Symptoms. Symptoms of something still there.
He starts crying, softly. )