[If he didn't know he was from Japan he might spare a moment to be stunned that he's taller than another boy for a change.
The carrot orange hair though, that's different. And also seemingly not a dye job. All in all there's something squirrelish about the kid's unruly hair and wide eyes: if Hinata wasn't the very definition of bright eyed and bushy tailed he'd eat his hat.
Not the frog one.]
Yeah. Peter. [Or should he specify that he's Thing 1 and not his taller, more benevolent counterpart? Ugh. You know what, no, unless Hinata drags that up he's not going to address it. They have bigger fish to fry.]
You were saying about a death-and-resurrection assignment?
It happened... a week or two after I arrived? [from silence in the camp to the deadened silence of near a quarter of the crew missing. it'd been a wake up call, alright.] Blue team members were ordered to select those they trusted the most. Then it was, what was it-- either they killed the person they selected, or the person they picked had to kill them.
[the point being obvious now, however reluctant one may be to accept it.]
The people that died woke up completely fine two Ajna days later. No one expected it; the instructors didn't tell us anything. It was meant as... you know, a lesson.
[Kill or be killed. How...incredibly tacky of them. Peter's expression sours at the description, the dip between his brows turning as stern as a court judge.]
Some "lesson." [He folds his arms, thoughtful.] Did they still have traces of their wounds? Did they have any birthmarks or freckles that were absent, or in different places? Maybe they found a way to fix that, but cloning back home wasn't perfect. Things like that still got randomized, even if they had the exact same DNA.
[head bows, raises, turns to the left and up -- eyes roving over ceiling and wall, all better a place to stall upon than the look on Peter's face. people had been upset on Ajna, the order's effects long-lasting and far-reaching, but as far as he knew, no one had outright fought against it.]
[for the better, wasn't it?]
[...]
[debatable. he'd maintain it was their most pointless, wasteful order to date.]
I don't know about wounds. [but Jean and Noh-Varr from before and after--] I didn't know many people then, and no one had any cameras. But as far as I know, everything's remained the same. Nobody said anything about physically changing.
[ Everyone in this conversation knows what really happened. Green's just ... "coming back from the dead" doesn't make any sense, okay. Something like that doesn't happen. ]
[ It takes Green longer than seven minutes to respond. ]
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
if they feel like it huh
so you were dead
[ He's not sure if he feels hurt or angry or betrayed. All things considered he shouldn't be feeling any of the above, they're not even that good friends??
The next message comes quickly. ]
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
why did they decide to bring you back [ What makes you so special? ]
Yeah. They brought me to life to bring me here too. Ed says I'm not the only one that's happened to here.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
I don't know. They let some of them stay dead and they're not saying why. And the people that died on the ship from those creepy cats. They stayed dead.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
I'm not the only one they resurrected though. There's a couple people. Ellie and Bucky and a few others. It makes no sense.
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