I don't know, Peter sent back to his brother. She just left. And then this.
His arms wrapped around her, lifting her easily. "It's okay. I promise, it's okay." She was trying to block her mind, but not doing a very effective job of it. Through the breaks in her defense, Peter could see an image that made him bite back a scream.
It flashed through his mind before he could stop it. A vision of Nathan, standing over them, his body blackened and burned. And beside him, Peter himself, repeating one cry again and again. Why? Why, Mom? Why?
Peter shut his eyes, shaking with shock from that image, and held Angela tighter in his arms. "Then we'll go home."