Peter stood by the railing, not leaning, simply standing straight and looking out over the ocean. There was a stony expression on his unfamiliar face. He hated, hated that he couldn't even be himself for this. Katara's memorial. He was clad in black, but missed his coat. Hiro had pointed out that it was practically trademarked Petrelli, so he'd left it behind.
In his mind's eye, he was seeing another beautiful, blue-eyed woman, another one he had been unable to save. He hadn't thought about Simone in a long time, but now he realized the similar strength between the two. The same determination to do what was right. And both, killed untimely in the pursuit of that.
Peter's thoughts returned to the present. Katara. Kat. He missed Kat. The body was wrong, but his feelings were the same. He hoped it was enough.