I don't understand. Those words made Gabriel's stomach drop as he watched Peter grip his head. He mean exactly what was happening in front of him, the pain that Peter must be feeling right now because of the pain that he had felt whenever he had been faced with something complex, something that had eluded him. Pushing himself to his feet, Gabriel crossed over to Peter, settling his hands lightly on the shorter man's shoulders and steering him towards the makeshift bed that had been set up in the cell. It was better than having him stand in an opposite corner of the room suffering.
"So did I," Gabriel said weakly as he gently pushed Peter down onto the bed. He sat down next to him, a thoughtful frown on his face as he glanced over at his younger brother. He wanted to do something to help him, to help him understand and take away the pain that he was going through. But he couldn't think how to. "I wish I knew why I found this out now," He said, looking back down at his hands. "It would have been so much more useful before all of this started, before anyone had to die. But no... They sent Elle to get me to kill someone else instead."