[Peter nods quickly, his throat suddenly feeling tight, and he presses his lips together, nodding again. He's not going to cry, or anything embarrassing like that, but he's sick of this, of being helpless to do anything substantial, of being able to get people out of dangerous situations.]
Okay. Okay.
[And he turns to hurry away, looking back once, before forcing himself to keep running out of Zero and up the stairs to Vesper's room.]
[Spam]
Okay. Okay.
[And he turns to hurry away, looking back once, before forcing himself to keep running out of Zero and up the stairs to Vesper's room.]