[ Peter's heart sinks at that clarification that he did in fact hurt her. Whether it's truly a little or if it's a lot, it really happened.

He has to take a moment to catch his breath again, feeling that odd tight sensation in him, the kind that always precedes panic. He wishes Luna were here with him. ]

I-I don't remember very well. I just remember... feeling angry and... afraid, I think? Maybe of... you? [ He swallows, trying to keep his voice steadier than it ends up sounding. ]

I remember you.... bleeding, I think? [ Fuck. ]

And I remember... silver? I don't... I wasn't myself. I was— It wasn't me.