He leaned back in his seat and exhaled quietly. Pietro was never exactly the happiest person in the room, but as he thought about everything that had happened since he'd arrived here from Purgatory, a dark cloud seemed to gather over his head. "There was Bart. He was a speedster like me, and a hero. We loved him and he disappeared. There was Dominic, who was," Pietro laughed, but it sounded more than a little miserable, "my best friend and our lover. And he disappeared. There was Luna, my beautiful daughter, who disappeared." He paused. "You might have liked her. She is like me, but better. The ugliest parts of it done, he continued, shoulders growing less tense as his thoughts wandered away from the things that hurt most.
"I have two other sisters now. Anya and Lorna. Anya's... annoying, but could be worse. Lorna is intolerable most days. Wanda's pregnant with Dominic's child. She says we'll raise it together, that it's my child, as well." Another brief pause. "That's it."