Peter chose not to press the subject, finding the old memories of this place uncomfortable for reasons he didn't want to place. Anything that reminded him about their lives before the fire felt like it was burning him from the inside out and Peter wanted to avoid that sensation as much as possible.
"Of course," he answered quickly and honestly. What he wanted more than anything was to get out of this town. Too many bad memories lived here, haunting the ground like ghosts. Even his living niece and nephew were phantoms plaguing his mind. Beacon Hills wasn't a place he wanted to be in for longer than he needed. Memories aside, Scott and his pack's meddling with the Nemeton made him want to flee this place even more. Though he didn't know much about the Nemeton, having never had a reason to, he was beginning to uncover a great deal on it, and with each new passage, he grew more uneasy being trapped in its grasp. Sooner or later it would call something to it that could kill them, and as someone who prized survival, that worried him.
"The powers they tangled themselves up in were greater than I'm sure they imagined." Leaning against one of the pieces of metal framework holding the swing set up, Peter looked over at Cora. "I don't want to be here when that storm hits."