PETER
The small voice of doubt that still lived in Peters mind couldn’t shout louder than Zariah, than her promises and praises, and was washed away in the safe familiarity of someone else’s guiding hand. Peter blinked, absorbing Zariah’s words quietly, then smiled. ”You won’t lose me.” He said, the words right, but feeling strange on his tongue. ”I’m very... I’m excited to meet him. Neron.” His back was straighter as he said it, some sense of pride, of worth tied to Zariah’s view of him.
He shrank back down just as quickly as her voice lost its warmth, displeasure written across her face. ”I understand.” His voice was soft, almost distant, but steady, and clear. ”It won’t be a... won’t be a problem. And I...” Peter swallowed, clenching his hands over and over to keep the rest of him from squirming. ”I’m sorry. I’m... I’m sure he didn’t intend any disrespect.” It wasn’t an excuse, and even if it was it wouldn’t be one she’d accept, but he hoped it would warn back some of her goodwill, her patience.
He shrank back down just as quickly as her voice lost its warmth, displeasure written across her face. ”I understand.” His voice was soft, almost distant, but steady, and clear. ”It won’t be a... won’t be a problem. And I...” Peter swallowed, clenching his hands over and over to keep the rest of him from squirming. ”I’m sorry. I’m... I’m sure he didn’t intend any disrespect.” It wasn’t an excuse, and even if it was it wouldn’t be one she’d accept, but he hoped it would warn back some of her goodwill, her patience.
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
