Peter
And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something unfriendly
The bottom of the grave seemed just as dismal and empty as everything leading up to it had been. Peter wrinkles his nose as he stomps his boots, more a reflex than out of any real need, and casts his eyes around again. His mind works, but there’s nothing he can really add to the conversation, confusion swirling in his head. He thought they were looking for a prince, but they didn’t have his name already? Didn’t know what a Talullah was?And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Sunjata and Wessex forge the path ahead, and as much as Pet might want to follow after them, he’s loathe to leave Sam alone for any reason. Two and two gives them better odds, so he assumes. So he follows Sam down the path, stopping at the door. “Maybe it’s just... open?” He suggests, not believing it himself, but still reaching out to push at the door.
Pet sticks with Sam and tries to just push the door open
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned to survive
And that’s how I learned to survive
