( Peter watches the flame, eyes locked on. He'll always be a bit nervous by default to witness supernatural things in person, but the dominant feeling this time continues to be a sort of curiosity. He's willingly looking at it instead of flitting away from it. That's different, new for him.

A lot of things are different. )

I guess not everything has to like... symbolise something. Maybe it's just what colour we have on the inside. ( If Michael literally can conjure that fiery blue; it's clearly a part of him. )

...But I keep thinking this place doesn't do anything for no reason. You know? Like... it knows what things mean and it makes sure we see it in that way. ( Getting deep here, Peter..... He gestures up to the horns atop his head. )

Like this shit is definitely a slap in the face.