[Varian nods, listening to Peter. That... makes sense. Why bury them here if they didn't matter to someone in the house, after all? He's quiet for a moment, staring at the dirt pile. He's not talked about this to anyone, only Fern and Fern was there.]

Yeah. Yeah one- one was my dad. Or...I guess a version of my dad? How-however that works. We buried him in the backyard.

[He can feel the dark mood that had very almost taken him out when he was dealing with that prickling at the edge of his consciousness again. He doesn't want to deal with it, frankly, he's scared what will happen to him if he actually takes the time to take apart all his feelings on that mess.]

...I think it's probably the cruellest thing this place has ever done to us and that's saying a lot.