Who: Peter and Hiro What: The Hiro Nakamura Solution to Grief Counseling Where: Starting on the roof of the Hyperion When: The day after Katara's death; evening Rating: TBD Status: incomplete
Grief was hard. Which seemed ridiculous, if Peter thought about it. He'd grieved for the last five years. So many deaths, even he'd lost count. But this was different. This wasn't his world. This wasn't that harsh, unforgiving future after the bomb, where those like him and Katara and most of the residents of the Hyperion would have been caught, arrested, and possibly executed for nothing more than what they could do.
It was still war. A different kind of war. Not just for survival, for the right to live. This was a war for everything. Good vs. Evil. He'd said it enough times, explaining it to others, but deep down, Peter knew now he hadn't entirely grasped that notion.
Now, he understood it all too well. Katara was dead. She wasn't going to come back. She'd died for doing the right thing. For trying to help others. She'd died as she'd lived, unselfishly, still trying to protect those she cared about. Even strangers - her concern had no limits.
And Peter now was plagued with doubts. The curse of the "what if?s". What if he'd gone around back first? If he'd called to her as soon as those people had mentioned the lawyer? Why didn't he teleport to her and take the risk of not knowing where he was going? Would it have been better to use those precious moments to focus on her position first?
He'd been on the roof for hours now, avoiding everyone. The opposition thought he'd been killed as well, according to Cordelia. Peter didn't see any reason to let them know otherwise. And if Cordelia wanted him to keep a low profile.. well, he could do that.