Peter stared at her for a moment. When he realized she had stopped speaking, his stare took on a look of anger. "That's all you have to say for yourself? You should have listened to Charles? Someone else had to tell you that letting your son explode was a fucking bad idea?"
The temperature had dropped several degrees. Peter's breath was suddenly visible in the air.
"Someone had to tell you that five million people dying was wrong?"
A thin layer of ice began to spread out from around him. Peter's eyes flickered momentarily to Nathan, as though for confirmation, but he looked away again, keeping the anger focused on her. "How the fuck did I ever come out of your womb?"