[ ....Oh. That makes sense, he thinks. Through his thick haze of paranoia, reason pokes its head through when the woman explains. There's another long pause before he does offer the information. ]
His name's Robby.
[ If Robby gave him a last name, Peter can't remember it anymore, another detail swallowed up by the crackling static of his mind. But he hangs onto the first name, at least. He's written it on the wall of the apartment, along with a couple others. Safe people. Don't forget.
The woman gives him a name too, and Peter finds himself picking up his pencil, scratching it out on the wall. Johanna Constantine. He might need to remember her sometime. ]
Do you... trust them? The people here. Maybe they're in on it.
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His name's Robby.
[ If Robby gave him a last name, Peter can't remember it anymore, another detail swallowed up by the crackling static of his mind. But he hangs onto the first name, at least. He's written it on the wall of the apartment, along with a couple others. Safe people. Don't forget.
The woman gives him a name too, and Peter finds himself picking up his pencil, scratching it out on the wall. Johanna Constantine. He might need to remember her sometime. ]
Do you... trust them? The people here. Maybe they're in on it.