[ He glances over for half a second – eyes darting over and darting away just as quickly. He could say a few things right now, about a certain jail in which the Guardians found him and subsequently sprung him. It'd be the easy jab.
But mostly Peter thinks about the walls closing in around them, bit by damning bit. The rope cinching around his neck to steal away his breath.
His hand goes to the invisible band at his throat, fingers ghosting along it unconsciously. He turns toward the window again, scowling out at the night.
There's a touch of bitterness in his words when he replies, ]
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But mostly Peter thinks about the walls closing in around them, bit by damning bit. The rope cinching around his neck to steal away his breath.
His hand goes to the invisible band at his throat, fingers ghosting along it unconsciously. He turns toward the window again, scowling out at the night.
There's a touch of bitterness in his words when he replies, ]
Counting on that, Brennan.