The thought in Peter's head echoed his brothers, though this was was laced with more anger than confusion.
Parkman?!
He'd pulled away from her, but she wouldn't recognize him like this. It was both a blessing, and a curse. On one hand, he was repelled by the memory of that final fight, that one last argument that had driven him from home into self-imposed exile. On the other... he couldn't stop his heart from freezing when she began to scream again.
He turned back, but hesitated. Luckily, Nathan hadn't. He was already by her side, trying to calm her. Needing to check for himself, Peter stayed back, lightly scanning her mind. If there was anyone trying to trick her, they were not doing so now.
But the last thing she had seen... Peter flinched, seeing the televised shooting, knowing now exactly why Nathan had turned up the way he had.