Peter opened his mouth, about to ask - was someone doing anything about it? They were killing people, killing children, and then bringing them back to life before killing them again. Peter wanted to know that someone, somewhere, wasn't going to just sit by and let it happen.

Expect - 'you probably don't wanna hear about that', she'd said. He could read what that might mean. "I...sorry, you probably don't want to talk about this, do you? Not that you can't talk about it if you want to. I'll listen, if you do. And you know, declare that they are complete bastards at all the right points. Because they are, you know. And I'm sorry it happened to you. It shouldn't have, not in any universe."

And if he'd been there...well, he didn't know if he could have stopped it. But he'd have tried to.