We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

"You talked to a God?" There was a heavy dose of scepticism in Peter's voice, somehow making his already flat tone even more dry. He had been to a shrine himself, and done nothing but struggle alone. Even Adam's description didn't help him, it sounded more like he was describing some ghost than a God, his gesturing only serving to remind Peter that he was drunk. Peter simply nodded, turning away from Adam to look around, tuning out Adam's words just a little bit. The sudden clattering of a chair made Peter flinch, and whirl around, a blade appearing in his hand in preparation for whatever danger there was. It was only Adam, of course it was, but that didn't bleed any of the tension out of Peter. If anything it only served to annoy him, and he wondered why he'd agreed to go on an "adventure" with a man he didn't trust in the first place. It was just a recipe for disaster. Before he could work out how to say he was leaving, the worst came to be. Adam noticed a trapdoor, and Peter turned to follow where he pointed, his brows raised in actual surprise. He was about to open his mouth, congratulate Adam on finding an unhidden door, and was instead stumbled into, Adam's body pressing him against a wall. Peter's first reaction was to freeze, staring up at the other man who now caged him against a hard place like a deer in the headlights, his face growing red. His second was to raise the blade in his hand, press the flat of it against Adam's throat and hold it there, fear and intent warring for visibility on his face. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good