Gods. Show them a little respect. Peter figured he could at least try and start that way. It was a bit unnerving to see Cordelia glowing like that, and watch as the sentient-seeming light wrapped around them, transporting them to someplace that... well, it looked and felt like a dream. Not like he was dreaming, but like this place was a tangible, physical dream.
And then the figure showed up. And spoke. As much as he wanted to glance to Cordelia for some kind of direction, he didn't, stepping forward with some steel in his spine. "I'm Peter Petrelli," he said, voice clear. "This is my brother, Nathan. You know Cordelia. I want to discuss the impending fate of one of our fighters, a man by the name of Mantis. He's dying. I need him."