[Peter hasn't really matured, all things considered. In fact, he'd regressed to being an even worse person than who he was before he met the other Guardians. He didn't want to care about anybody, but even over so many years he couldn't let go of it completely. He still wanted to know how Quark was doing, he still missed those long-ago days when he and Flynn talked about everything and nothing, when everything was still new. It was...such a long time ago. When Peter realized he wasn't aging the same way as everyone else, he'd freaked out. Maybe it was a fluke.
But 10, 20, 30 years passed...which grew into 60, 70, 80...nothing. 200 years on and he wasn't sure exactly how much more he was gonna live. How much longer he was gonna be stuck here in Norfinbury. A thousand years of this place had stolen everything from him. His friends, his old life--the ability to empathize...how could he care about people that would just die of old age eventually anyway?
He had enough of loss for a hundred lifetimes.
The more years that piled on, the less he could relate...and maybe some of that was self-imposed, too. If he didn't let himself care, he wouldn't get hurt anymore from losing people.
He'd been so long here. Space was a distant memory. All that everything was, was snow and pain.]
I can't even imagine what it's like. [A grin. Getting people riled up was cheap entertainment these days.] "Old Man Flynn" has a nice ring to it.
That's because you heard 'em all before. Can't have any new lines when everything's the same as it's always been.
[He trails off, that was a little too close to home.]
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[Peter hasn't really matured, all things considered. In fact, he'd regressed to being an even worse person than who he was before he met the other Guardians. He didn't want to care about anybody, but even over so many years he couldn't let go of it completely. He still wanted to know how Quark was doing, he still missed those long-ago days when he and Flynn talked about everything and nothing, when everything was still new. It was...such a long time ago. When Peter realized he wasn't aging the same way as everyone else, he'd freaked out. Maybe it was a fluke.
But 10, 20, 30 years passed...which grew into 60, 70, 80...nothing. 200 years on and he wasn't sure exactly how much more he was gonna live. How much longer he was gonna be stuck here in Norfinbury. A thousand years of this place had stolen everything from him. His friends, his old life--the ability to empathize...how could he care about people that would just die of old age eventually anyway?
He had enough of loss for a hundred lifetimes.
The more years that piled on, the less he could relate...and maybe some of that was self-imposed, too. If he didn't let himself care, he wouldn't get hurt anymore from losing people.
He'd been so long here. Space was a distant memory. All that everything was, was snow and pain.]
I can't even imagine what it's like. [A grin. Getting people riled up was cheap entertainment these days.] "Old Man Flynn" has a nice ring to it.
That's because you heard 'em all before. Can't have any new lines when everything's the same as it's always been.
[He trails off, that was a little too close to home.]