[Peter stares up at the man for a few more seconds, before his shoulders sag and he grudgingly climbs to his feet. Reality has dropped on him like a ton of bricks, and when he finally speaks up again, it's in a much quieter voice without a hint of conversational levity.]
... Shoot.
I was really, really hoping that that wouldn't be the case, no offense meant. Were you on the...?
[He tilts his chin towards the plane, spidering his thin fingers together. He can't help but stare at the wreckage. God, how many people had been on that thing? How many were still alive?]
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... Shoot.
I was really, really hoping that that wouldn't be the case, no offense meant. Were you on the...?
[He tilts his chin towards the plane, spidering his thin fingers together. He can't help but stare at the wreckage. God, how many people had been on that thing? How many were still alive?]