[ peter doesn't say anything, not immediately. jason had alluded to it before, had mentioned dying — that this is a little after that helps to slot a few more pieces into place: the anger, for one. the desperation, for two. his expression flickers a little when jason explains that the how of how he'd come back isn't know for being back the same people, and his thoughts first go to zombies, though he bites back the remark.
for now, at least. there's a time and a place — although more because jason almost immediately states that the young man in the memory had been all jason, and peter's honestly not sure whether he ought to believe that or not. he doesn't know enough about the how, doesn't know enough about jason to say if it's true.
whatever the case: it's who jason is now. whoever jason had been before he'd died, coming back from that would almost guarantee he was a different man from the who he'd been before. death wasn't something one just got better from without something changing.
whoever said it didn't affect them would be a liar, peter thinks. ]
Sure, [ he says, at length and at last. he tilts his head a little and watches jason from the corner of his eyes before shifting his attention away. he thinks of when otto had taken his body, thinks of when otto had attempted to rid himself of peter entirely. it wasn't the same, but could peter say he was the same guy as he'd been before? then, he thinks of gwen. of her clones and he makes a noise. it's not a laugh, but it's a little more than a huff of breath or a sigh. ] I can't say I understand, but I get it.
[ he pauses. there is one question— ] Who brought you back?
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for now, at least. there's a time and a place — although more because jason almost immediately states that the young man in the memory had been all jason, and peter's honestly not sure whether he ought to believe that or not. he doesn't know enough about the how, doesn't know enough about jason to say if it's true.
whatever the case: it's who jason is now. whoever jason had been before he'd died, coming back from that would almost guarantee he was a different man from the who he'd been before. death wasn't something one just got better from without something changing.
whoever said it didn't affect them would be a liar, peter thinks. ]
Sure, [ he says, at length and at last. he tilts his head a little and watches jason from the corner of his eyes before shifting his attention away. he thinks of when otto had taken his body, thinks of when otto had attempted to rid himself of peter entirely. it wasn't the same, but could peter say he was the same guy as he'd been before? then, he thinks of gwen. of her clones and he makes a noise. it's not a laugh, but it's a little more than a huff of breath or a sigh. ] I can't say I understand, but I get it.
[ he pauses. there is one question— ] Who brought you back?