Rating out of Ten

Peter shook his head in response to Adams words, almost disbelieving the time passed himself. It seemed shorter than he was used to, and so much had happened. ”I... I think it’s been okay? I’ve been okay. Um... weird though.” He nodded, more at himself than to Amalia. ”I think...” He paused, biting his lip and trying to think of how to word what he wanted to say, the mistakes he’d made, that maybe weren’t really mistakes. The loss of his name, but the gaining of a family, who he’d only really found in Loren. It was a lot. Thankfully, Amalia gave him an out, a lifeline to move on to something else. ”I didn’t last year. I um... I heard about it, but it was... or, it left before I came. Adam saw it.” Peter reached out to pat at his partners chest, as if they’d have been able to forget about him while he was talking. Then, he glanced up towards Deimos, clearly hesitant to speak directly to him. ”We’re things um... not as good before? Last year?” Adams question drew his attention back, at least while Adam was speaking, but he turned to Amalia, wondering what the answer was as well. Pet had an idea, one that felt stupid and childish but that still persisted, that the luxere were good, and so couldn’t be harmed by whatever monsters roamed about. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.