[Peter affirms with a nod, though he doesn't look too devastated on his own behalf. The truth of the matter is, he's not even remotely sure how to process that part of his life; the sensation of dying, of being the sickest he'd ever felt before collapsing into dust, of knowing they'd failed and people he cared about were likely dying at the same time — and then, to resurrect into an all-out battlefield... Yeaaah. It's a lot, and he can't even make sense of his own thoughts and feelings about it.]

Yeah. I was born in 2001, but I was still 16 when I came back in 2023.

We had to get special notes on our IDs, and a bunch of our high school friends had already been going to college for a while... Life just kind of went on without half of the world. It wasn't great, I guess, but... I don't know. I couldn't even imagine how to keep going knowing half the people you care about were dead.

[It's really... awful.]