Seems legit. Peter reaches back down to gather up the hair he dropped and pushes it off to the side, and picks up the shard. Studying his arm a second, leans his elbow down on the table, and hesitates.
No, wait. No, this is too much like--
--he glances at his other arm, the scars staring back up at him.
Protect us.
He had to do it, he had to help Flynn figure this out and save everyone.
Peter plunges the shard into a visible vein on his right arm, blood immediately leaking out.
cw self-harm, torture, blood
Seems legit. Peter reaches back down to gather up the hair he dropped and pushes it off to the side, and picks up the shard. Studying his arm a second, leans his elbow down on the table, and hesitates.
No, wait. No, this is too much like--
--he glances at his other arm, the scars staring back up at him.
Protect us.
He had to do it, he had to help Flynn figure this out and save everyone.
Peter plunges the shard into a visible vein on his right arm, blood immediately leaking out.