She couldn't quite hide the sadness at first, he was quick to notice. Her voice, the flicker of emotion in her face before she schooled her expressions to carefully neutral disinterest. She was hurting, and she didn't want him to see it. As a human, he would've cared. He would've wanted to help. Now? he just wanted to draw out those painful things she was trying to cover up.
He pouted mockingly at her. "Anti-climactic, hmm? Am I not trying hard enough?" He moved out of the doorway, letting the light back in again, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Seems to be a common failing of mine, doesn't it? Not trying hard enough." Peter couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice. He'd never been enough, no matter how hard he tried. He'd worn himself out, ruined himself trying. It had all led to this, all his efforts for nothing. And he was sure if they had their way, they'd send him right back into that fucking trap. He hated them so much for it - hated the way, as a human, he'd wanted to try for them, and hated that they would keep pushing him towards that even now.
He eyed the stake and smirked, cold eyes flicking back up to her face. "You going to try and kill me, Amy?" he purred. "Charley's done it, you know. Staked his best friend, because he knew he had to. In fact that was at your urging, if I recall correctly." He moved closer to her. He was curious if she'd have the guts to try, wondered how much he'd have to push her to make her snap the way he had. "Think you could do it yourself? Because I know you still care. Soft little human heart, and all."