[ Ordinarily, he might listen to this. If he could stop, and think about it. But combined with everything that's happening.... the revelation that the man he's talking to is a werewolf, talks of bloodshed, Vanessa missing..... and the dark, ancient, lost thing scratching desperately at the walls of his skin from inside, his mind isn't clear. He's shaking his head, eyes wide, still black but not fully. Swollen pupils restrict and blow, restrict and blow. He starts trembling again, almost convulsively. He can't handle this. ]
I'm not fucking helping you...! I'll find her myself!!
[ It sounds like Peter when he says that, like an angry teenage boy. But the demon still remains right alongside him, and there's a hiss to follow those words, reedy, snakelike, aimed at Ethan. (Paimon getting in his last two cents, here...)
With that, Peter, still shuddering uncontrollably, shuts off his feed, shuts off everything. There's a cold sweat at his brow; he feels ill, strange, but he's heading out to look for Vanessa. Perhaps a fool's journey, in a place like this, but he's not alone. The demon king guides him, in its way, even beyond Peter's awareness. At some point, they'll find her phone. It'll be something. ]
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I'm not fucking helping you...! I'll find her myself!!
[ It sounds like Peter when he says that, like an angry teenage boy. But the demon still remains right alongside him, and there's a hiss to follow those words, reedy, snakelike, aimed at Ethan. (Paimon getting in his last two cents, here...)
With that, Peter, still shuddering uncontrollably, shuts off his feed, shuts off everything. There's a cold sweat at his brow; he feels ill, strange, but he's heading out to look for Vanessa. Perhaps a fool's journey, in a place like this, but he's not alone. The demon king guides him, in its way, even beyond Peter's awareness. At some point, they'll find her phone. It'll be something. ]