[ whatever peter had been expecting, that wasn't it. his reaction as realisation hits isn't entirely dissimilar to rosinante's: horror, then anger that feels like it sits somewhere between his stomach and his chest, and his expression tightens.
he doesn't joke; he doesn't comment, not at first. the world eaters, as a concept, are horrifying and frightening, he gets it, he does, but he's not convinced that alone would have led an entire population towards okaying an amusement park designed to kill its children. he wonders where the idea came from — as far as schemes go, it's grand and not entirely unlike something he'd have expected from arcade, but it lacks the drama, the — god help him — illusion of grandeur and excitement that comes with a villainous murderworld, so the question is: what was so bad that they'd have chosen this.
there had been the bodies in sheets beneath the trapdoor; there had been the smell, the foul, pungent mix of tar and what villanelle had disgustedly exclaimed as sickness. not for the first time, he wonders if a plague had been brought back through the portal. a sickening disease they'd had no idea of how to combat.
maybe it wasn't just the one thing.
he glances at rosinante. his expression says that he doesn't disagree, but there's not a whole lot to say to that — they had time and this is what they chose. he thinks of the note bruce had found in the church: we're all going to die. ]
They'd lost all hope. [ a pause. ] —I'm really not trying to sound flippant when I say this: but do you think that the furnace might have been used to dispose of the bodies?
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he doesn't joke; he doesn't comment, not at first. the world eaters, as a concept, are horrifying and frightening, he gets it, he does, but he's not convinced that alone would have led an entire population towards okaying an amusement park designed to kill its children. he wonders where the idea came from — as far as schemes go, it's grand and not entirely unlike something he'd have expected from arcade, but it lacks the drama, the — god help him — illusion of grandeur and excitement that comes with a villainous murderworld, so the question is: what was so bad that they'd have chosen this.
there had been the bodies in sheets beneath the trapdoor; there had been the smell, the foul, pungent mix of tar and what villanelle had disgustedly exclaimed as sickness. not for the first time, he wonders if a plague had been brought back through the portal. a sickening disease they'd had no idea of how to combat.
maybe it wasn't just the one thing.
he glances at rosinante. his expression says that he doesn't disagree, but there's not a whole lot to say to that — they had time and this is what they chose. he thinks of the note bruce had found in the church: we're all going to die. ]
They'd lost all hope. [ a pause. ] —I'm really not trying to sound flippant when I say this: but do you think that the furnace might have been used to dispose of the bodies?