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[perdre]

[He speaks with a mildly British accent, mixed with twinges of French in every other consonant. His first instinct would have been to use his native language - the latter - but it's become clear that he'll have more luck being understood going with his father's.]

I... wish I could think of something wrong I'd done. Something that would explain why I'm here and why I have to - fight. [He's having a hard time expressing himself. Peter doesn't... really know what he wants to say, other than that he would very much like to be placed back where he came from.] Then I'd feel there was some kind of justification I could understand.

Anyway, uhm - if there's someone I know out there, is... is there any way I can find them? Contact them? I'd really appreciate any help. I - I have a friend - his name is Frederick, he's a doctor, English, taller than me... [He gestures with a flat hand, above his head. Then he reaches into his pocket to bring a small photograph closer to the camera,] This is the only picture I have of him. I don't have pictures of anyone else.

[With a soft sigh, Peter's shoulders drop. He then mutters to himself, a presence of annoyance in his tone,] Je ne sais pas sur quel pied danser...

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[affections]

( Really. Really, Peter. )

I love my brother more than anything else on this Earth-- or, I suppose, any Earths, all things considered. I can't think of any reason that would make something like this okay to him. He's... it's not like him.

( It's making her worry, truth be told, but at her words she just smiles brightly, brilliantly, a smile that can restore confidence. )

Of course it is. I'm charming. It's nice to meet you, too.

[perdre]

[He doesn't think he want to talk about this anymore. Or about anything at all. But her little comment makes him offer the beginning of a smile.]

[affections]

( Another little handsqueeze, a bit more of an invasion into his emotions, and she releases his hands to grant him some mercy after realising how horrifically uncomfortable this must be, however upsetting. )

Would you rather be alone, for a bit?

[perdre]

[It takes him a little moment to reply - it's a bit like he didn't realize she left go of his hand.]

I don't want to be rude.

[affections]

It isn't rude, I promise you.

( She gives him a little bit of a grin. Not full-force, but rather something to try and cheer him up. )

Take some time. Maybe we'll wake up tomorrow and realise there's been some horrible misunderstanding? But yo can come and find me whenever you need to. All right?