Adam repeated his reasons again, with no deviation from what he’d said before, what he’d been saying the whole time. And Peter wanted to believe him. He really, truly did. And as the others mean explained more, it became easy to let go of his momentary suspicion, the panic that had come with it. Instead, confusion rushed in to fill the void that had been left, Peters face still hard, but now cocked to the side.
”I never... I haven’t told anyone.” Peter sighed, unable to keep up his stiffness. ”The mountains are to the south. I... I was born there too.” Memories now too hazy to ever fully recall drifted through his mind, a torrent of dark terror trying to rush in behind them, but he was well versed with clamping that down by now. ”What does... I mean, it... why?”
All at once, Peter dropped to a sitting position, so quickly and precariously it seemed he might topple straight off the branch. He held his chin in his hands and stared at the bark of the tree, obviously trying to work things out in his head. ”Do... do you know...” Peter stopped himself, narrowing his eyes at the other man. ”What else do you know?”
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
