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[ooc: tw for body horror/decapitation. set after this. open to fourth walls given this happens the same night as the throne-room party.]

[Peter has no idea how to do this. He's still shaking, hunched in a corner, having tried to contact Bonnie only to get no response, because she's probably just passed out. It's late. He figures no matter what people want to know about this. They deserve to know. He would want to know if someone he cared about here died (ha).

He has seen dead people before. He held his Uncle Ben in his hands while he died. He was there when Captain Stacy took his final breaths, but there is something else- There is something different about stumbling on someone's head detached from their body on the floor after the action is all done in the silence when he only expects to stumble on nothing. It's different to then realize he recognizes who they are, and now he's hunched over his network device, stuck to a corner of his own room.]

If you know Faith, I found her. She died. I'm sorry. Her

She's Her body and head

She's

Her body is in my room right now. I don't know what happened. I mean she was murdered but I don't know how or who. I just found her. Also I didn't clean stuff up down there but there's blood and stuff. [stuff being his own vomit. he still feels sick.]

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[The vampire nods stiffly, his lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze remaining on the shapeless blanket that only partly hide what's beneath, the image too brightly imprinted upon him already.]

You're a good guy, Peter.

[The admission means so much more than the words themselves, yet more gratitude to be found within them, but he's never been overly verbose. For right now, it's the best he can manage.]