Peter stares at him, dead silent for no less than thirty straight seconds, all the while his face is getting redder, and his eyes wider, his breathing coming in faster.

He did not just...

"Who the hell do you think you are!?"

Because all of that, all of that was just--

--unfortunately way too true.

Three, calling out his name in anguish.

Five, he could still see his scared, frightened face.

Berit...he's so sorry, Berit, he's so sorry and so horribly guilty--

No. He can't think about it now. He can't think about it, ever.

"Uh, okay--one, you're completely and utterly wrong." He's completely and utterly right.

"Two, you don't know me, so don't even try, bro. And three--they clearly weren't that poisonous, because I ain't dead."