[Peter has to switch off the feed for a moment to compose himself, because that's kicking him in the chest and he doesn't really want to start losing it in front of a stranger. Even if the stranger was a robot.
He sinks down against the wall of the ship for a moment and just... lets that all sink in. Everyone he knew could have been dead for decades, and he had no way of knowing about it. What would happen with Dr. Connors and the attack he was planning on New York? And Gwen? And oh god, Aunt May had already lost Uncle Ben, and she'd been worried and he'd never told her, and what would she have thought when he just never came home?
After a few minutes, the feed clicks back on, only this time he's changed it to voice, because he can't handle talking face to face with someone right now. Maybe can't even handle talking not face to face with anyone.]
How is that possible? If you're already dead? [His voice was quieter and a little choked, like either he'd been crying or just holding back tears, but he still wants to know, because if he's stuck here... probably better to get all the info he can.]
[voice] guh sorry for feels xD
He sinks down against the wall of the ship for a moment and just... lets that all sink in. Everyone he knew could have been dead for decades, and he had no way of knowing about it. What would happen with Dr. Connors and the attack he was planning on New York? And Gwen? And oh god, Aunt May had already lost Uncle Ben, and she'd been worried and he'd never told her, and what would she have thought when he just never came home?
After a few minutes, the feed clicks back on, only this time he's changed it to voice, because he can't handle talking face to face with someone right now. Maybe can't even handle talking not face to face with anyone.]
How is that possible? If you're already dead? [His voice was quieter and a little choked, like either he'd been crying or just holding back tears, but he still wants to know, because if he's stuck here... probably better to get all the info he can.]