We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

The dying eyes of the Minotaur froze Peter, his own eyes widening in abject terror. He was no stranger to death, or dying, but the way they’d locked on him, they way he’d called them to him. It sent shivers down his spine. There was no way to tell how long he would have stood there had Adam not started yelling, Peter starting almost automatically at the sound of his name. Hesitantly, almost unwillingly, he approached the corpse, setting his little jar of light down on the floor so he could grab Adams arm and tug. And tug. And *tug*. After a long moment straining himself, Peter grumbled, and started pushing against the Minotaur itself, trying to do anything to give Adam the chance to get out. Rolling it seemed easier than trying to drag Adam out from it anyway. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good