( He is tired of it. He's so tired of it that sometimes it does feel like too much, like maybe he should just give into the overwhelmed sensation, let himself be swallowed up by it. Too often it feels like maybe he shouldn't be here anymore, and by one way of thinking, he shouldn't. )

The thing is... it was... it was given to him. My body. Me. ( Peter says it very quietly, not able to look up at the other boy for a moment. Yet again, this feels like... looking at things from the demon's perspective, taking it into consideration, which goes against everything he wants to do, but.... he can't hide from certain truths anymore. The horrible, awful truth is that Paimon didn't steal his body. Didn't ask for this either. Peter knows that now. )

So he thinks it's his now, and in some way, he's right? I'm not trying to like... make excuses for him. It's just. It's complicated. ( Peter sighs, nudges his foot against some loose dirt nearby. The question stings, because this too is complicated, but he can't run away from it either. )

It was my fault, ultimately. After Maul did something to us, I should've told her. Then she could've had her guard up around me. But she... already has so much going on, so much. I just. I didn't want to scare her.

( And then the demon had ended up doing that very thing, and now he's not sure Luna will ever be the same around him again. )

...I feel like I've ruined something I can't undo. I wasn't supposed to hurt her like this. I— it's what I've been afraid of this whole time, and it happened. And I can't take it back.