they own this town

”A long t-time ago...” Peter echoes, wondering if Rexanna is talking about years, or growth. He isn’t sure how much of her story and his are actually similar, though he wonders. Would she answer if he asked? Would he answer her if she asked? Maybe... blue eyes rose to her face, just as her cold hands grabbed him. It depended what she asked. But he wasn’t going to supply any answers, and he wasn’t going to ask for any more detail from her. No point in reopening scars, any more than they already had. Licking his lip, Peter makes a face when he tastes copper, and lifts a hand to rub at his lip, like just that will take the sting away. It’s an easy distraction, something to do with his hands while he kills over Rexanna’s plan, not sure how to respond. It’s noble, and Rexanna is someone who he trusts to follow her word and not simply try to seize at power and control, but the sentiment is one he’s heard more than once. The fingers now worrying at his lip pause, and tired blue eyes move up to her face. ”You can’t... someone always suffers.” It’s unavoidable, especially given the circumstances of the world they’re in. But, at the same time. ”I can... I wanna help. If you need.” Peter nodded, than, as if worried the bricks themselves had heard, turned back to look at the great manor. ”Bu-but not... not things that are... bad for them.” A contradiction, he knew, but it was simply part of who Peter was. He wanted to please everyone, wanted to help everyone. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good