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[creidim]

the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me

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[possessum]

It wasn't your fault. This place... it's like Deerington. It.... shows things. Our pasts. Forces them out.

( Peter says softly, reaching up to give Luna's hair a gentle stroke with his fingers. Trench is so different in so many ways, but something at the core is the same. This place knows them. Knows what's inside them. It can bring it out. Even Corruption is... personal, individualised. Different depending on the person. But there's not an ounce of him that's upset with her for this. He's only sorry she had to see it at all.

The question that comes after a few moments takes him by a quiet surprise, and he sits there for a few moments longer, thinking. A doctor to "talk about things" is... a very particular type of doctor, isn't it. )

I'm not sure. ( He admits, gazing down at the floor. ) I guess... I probably should, someday. But— I think I'm scared to.

( There's... a lot he's afraid of, regarding that. Talking about things is still so difficult, and the thought of trusting anyone... He's kept his losses and aches so close to himself for a very long time. )

Have you ever thought about it before? Talking to someone? ( Because he knows Luna has her own demons, her own losses and aches and traumas. )

Your dad had a really good way of putting things. ( He says softly, sadly, giving her another little squeeze at the mention of her father. That's... very much how it feels. Like a light has gone out and it can't ever come back, and the universe itself feels that loss. And then there was the way Charlie had died..... something Peter still can't tell Luna about, not in detail. Not yet. Maybe not ever. It was.. impossible for his family to be anything but broken, after that. They split wide open like a wound. )

Yeah, he used to really... freak out the most in classrooms. That's actually how I really got to know Ben. He um... helped me through a bad time there. Like you did.

( Another name that Peter hasn't voiced aloud in a long, long time. It rubs against his throat a little, makes it feel raw. He swallows, and then Luna's asking something that hurts in a different way. The memory hasn't left him, the severity of it: seeing Luna that way. Slowly, Peter unpeels himself from her a little, only so he can turn to look down at her. A hand gently reaches up to frame her face, thumb brushing over the bridge of her nose, barely touching. He feels like he wants to cry, but he doesn't, just frowns sadly at her, practically whispers the reply. )

Yeah. It was my worst nightmare come true. That he'd.... hurt you, that same way. Seeing you like that... ( His lids flutter slightly and he shudders. )

I've had nightmares about it. I think sometimes we... share them. And I'll.... be seeing it happen, like I'm the one inside you. Like I'm the one hurting you.