Call and Response

PETER

The answer for all things. That had a rather elegant ring to it, though Peter appreciates the idea more for the sense of finality it rang with. Though the example she gives serves to muddy things again, just a bit. ”Not everything can have a Uh... a terminal answer, can it? Or...” He makes a face as he tries to get things straight. ”...everything does, but it’s not... known? Knowable?”

Honestly, at this point, as his understanding shrank and grew with each back and forth, Peter wasn’t sure that he really knew anything. Which was less discouraging than it normally would be, since it comes with the idea that maybe he didn’t really need to know anything.

”If it was... if it is just me and you, then... why would we need numbers?” Another question to cover the actual answer, which was no, he didn’t think he could explain numbers convincingly enough to matter.

Peter paused for a moment, considering how to best answer, how to justify his change of heart. ”If...I don’t exist, then the things that happened, that I... know, and remember, wouldn’t have a point.” He couldn’t accept that, not without throwing everything in his head into utter disarray. Things were finally starting to actually come together.

Being the dream of a tree was only slightly more palatable, but Peter didn’t focus on that part. Instead, he stepped closer, looking at his conversation partner more closely. He wondered absently if whatever power kept his feet warm would contribute as he closed the distance between them, wading through the melt. ”What sirt of girl can Do those things?”

Distance, distance keeps you safe
And I don't wanna scare you away

You're laughing cause it's funny
How you're fooling everybody but me