Peter nodded slowly, more than happy to attribute the quote to Voltaire than to spend any more time thinking about his Uncle. The wound still felt fresh to him, like he hadn't ever quite gotten over the death of the man and was still haunted by the memory of that evening, how he had only been a short distance away when his Uncle's life was taken -- and how his pride had caused him to let the murderer go running right past him.
It was truly a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a series of unfortunate events that all culminated to the man being murdered. A freak accident that Peter honestly shouldn't have taken the blame for as much as he did, but it was something that he couldn't shake.
Thankfully, Elliot's words pulled him from his thoughts and wallowing in them any longer. Elliot was trying to save the world? He didn't look like the superhero type -- not that there was really any kind of 'look' when it came down to it. He was pretty sure he didn't look much like one either, but he was out there swinging from building to building damn near everyday, so who was he to judge? Wasn't that the point of the whole secret identity? "... How?"
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Date: 2016-08-17 07:15 am (UTC)It was truly a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a series of unfortunate events that all culminated to the man being murdered. A freak accident that Peter honestly shouldn't have taken the blame for as much as he did, but it was something that he couldn't shake.
Thankfully, Elliot's words pulled him from his thoughts and wallowing in them any longer. Elliot was trying to save the world? He didn't look like the superhero type -- not that there was really any kind of 'look' when it came down to it. He was pretty sure he didn't look much like one either, but he was out there swinging from building to building damn near everyday, so who was he to judge? Wasn't that the point of the whole secret identity? "... How?"