Pete was profoundly confused, he was pretty sure there was no question that he had the wounded pride, and his logical brain kept wanting to ask how is this possible? But he didn't really want to think too hard on that. The riddle was obnoxious, and he didn't think that hanging around listening to people confessing their sins was the best idea in the world. Certainly not with this building.
Everyone had garbage, and he was suddenly beginning to feel incredibly exploited and he didn't even have much to report. He knew that Iris had plenty of things that weighed heavily on her, things that he might never understand the full extent of, and he instantly felt awful on her behalf. His eyes moved over to where Iris had found herself and he moved the couple of steps to stand next to her again looking at the box as well. "We have to do what it says?" Peter asked looking at Cole like he had lobsters crawling out of his ears, "Or what? We just sit in here and rot?"
He had to wonder if it was just them, just this group being picked on, or if Lena was somewhere locked in a room with a group too. He wanted to make sure she was alright, but he knew that his place, for now, was here. He looked over and gave Iris a small smile, "I don't know if I really have a huge desire to know what's in that box," he said chuckling a little.