PETER
Things happened far quicker than Peter really had time to process them. A blast of freezing cold, the sudden blankness of a spot in his mind only recently made bright, then nothing but a roiling darkness, his mind free of pain, of sensation.
He has no way to fight against any actions taken against him, no way to protest, to scream for bones made lifeless again, to roar in the face of death. It’s always been his passiveness that’s kept him safe anyway.
Pets unconscious!
He has no way to fight against any actions taken against him, no way to protest, to scream for bones made lifeless again, to roar in the face of death. It’s always been his passiveness that’s kept him safe anyway.
Pets unconscious!
please don’t believe in me
please disagree with me
please disagree with me
