"Shouldn't be up there"? That did sound similar to the sorts of things that had gone through Peter's head during his brainwashing. "Maybe it was, then," he replied, glancing over to the notes and then gesturing toward the board. "If you post about it, he might--"

Before he could get much further than that, Brian had decided that they should go and take a seat. He didn't have much choice but to go along with the older man's leading hand. Though it wasn't like Peter was struggling with what had happened to him. It had been disconcerting to be out of control like that, but it could have been a lot worse. Other than that girl who he'd man-handled, the only person he'd hurt had been someone who totally deserved it.

"It was... weird," he started as he sat down, once again struggling with the fact that he wasn't nearly as good with words as his brother. "It was like there was this order imprinted in my head. I had to guard this one area and keep all the other patients from getting by. I had to get them to go back inside, where it was safe, and... I was willing to do pretty much whatever it took to make sure that happened." Well, except for kill them, and that was something he was grateful for. If he'd done something like that...