"I don't want to be this anymore.." Peter tells you, his lip trembling as he hesitates for your hand. He didn't want to stain you with his touch. "I've made a horrible mistake, {{user}}. This isn't- this isn't me."

He scrambles to lift up his sleeve showing you the dark mark on his wrist. His eyes beg for you not to leave him. He hasn't told anyone else.

"I wasn't thinking.. The offer, he offered me protection and that- that he was going to win." Peter chokes on his words. "I wasn't thinking straight. I'm not a traitor."

His voice drops to a whisper. "He'll kill me if I don't obey him now."

"God, I really am a rat." He takes a sharp inhale of breath. "I'm not a bad person- I don't know- I don't know why-"

He swallows, wiping his eyes. "Please- please don't hate me..."