( Peter listens with wide eyes that grow wider still, huge and round and strangely wet, like something that's been unearthed from the bottom of a rock: dark and moist.
Through all of the strangeness, he recognises pieces of this. Remnant. Grimm beasts. Things from Ruby's world. Of course he's known Oscar comes from the same land, but he's only glimpsed the surface of what Remnant was like. He knows it was.... a difficult place. Ruby's a testament to that: someone Peter's age who knows how to fight in ways a young person shouldn't. This witch... is the one responsible for that?
She wants to destroy everything to end her own suffering.
Peter swallows, and very, very tentatively, reaches a hand out. It's so slow that the movement feels like it takes forever, but finally his fingertips find Oscar's hand, brush gently against his knuckles. Just to find him. To keep him there. )
It's okay. You aren't... there. You're here, and she isn't. You're safe.
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Through all of the strangeness, he recognises pieces of this. Remnant. Grimm beasts. Things from Ruby's world. Of course he's known Oscar comes from the same land, but he's only glimpsed the surface of what Remnant was like. He knows it was.... a difficult place. Ruby's a testament to that: someone Peter's age who knows how to fight in ways a young person shouldn't. This witch... is the one responsible for that?
She wants to destroy everything to end her own suffering.
Peter swallows, and very, very tentatively, reaches a hand out. It's so slow that the movement feels like it takes forever, but finally his fingertips find Oscar's hand, brush gently against his knuckles. Just to find him. To keep him there. )
It's okay. You aren't... there. You're here, and she isn't. You're safe.