It was weird. Hearing this somehow made Peter feel good and bad at the same time. Good, because there were other people out there struggling with this, too; he wasn't alone. But it was also bad, because there were people out there struggling with this, too, and he wouldn't want anyone else to worry about stuff like this the way that he did.

"Were you that weapon?" Peter asks quietly, unsure if he should be prying. "And -- how did the man figure this out for himself? I mean, I'm not sure I'd be able to without anyone helping me."