[Peter's face goes slack when he remembers how Flynn's said this before.

There's a part of him that's screaming, begging Flynn not to do it. Not to say it.

Please.

And then, he does.

And something inside him, the part that still loves Flynn, snaps and shatters, like a dropped glass.

There's tears in his eyes, tears of rage and sorrow and the unimaginable grief that lay behind his actions, and he can't--

--the ground shakes, the room nearly splitting in two as cracks filled with light form--then there's suddenly light everywhere, Peter's own eyes glowing as he can't contain it, can't contain his rage, his sorrow, his pain--the entire planet shudders, cracks and light soaring up into the sky like aurora--good luck Ezekiel, if you can sense it--

HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!?]

You asshole--I'm not holding back, not anymore--I'll make you pay for that!