While Nathan was still puzzling out what it could mean, what had reduced their mother to this, the same image that flashed through Peter's mind flashed through his own. He recoiled from that vivid impression of that nightmare self in an unconscious physical fashion, even as Peter's wave of shock and horror hit to join the revulsion waking in Nathan. It had been some time since he had seen that monster he had become, part willpower at burying those months and partially because his life had moved forward, there was no use dwelling.
It was hard to repeat that mantra with the image so fresh.
Just get back here. He made the weak demand and then forced himself to focus on getting Angela's room ready for their return.