His father's beckoning drew him back away from the wall, but he was tense still, like a deer ready bolt at the first sign of danger. Pietro hated feeling like this. Something in his mind was broken, bent in a way he didn't know how to fix, but when he caught himself he found it absolutely mortifying. This shadow of himself.
"...I didn't mean to upset you, father. I just- I just thought once we'd all settled that people would want to find their families." His wasn't the only broken family on this rock. He had to think at least some of the riots might have to do with their longing like him. "People are just scared. They want the people and things that are familiar to them."