"But you are," she said, eyes flashing with some sort of conviction. "That's exactly what you're doing, Peter, you are running. So hell-bent on not being human again, so you don't have to feel, don't have to deal with it, so you don't feel the pain and the guilt of everything. Why else would you so desperately be seeking not to be saved?"
"Yes, well, they change at a quicker pace when you become an empty shell." She sneered. Bad move on her part, maybe, but this demonized thing in front of her was not her friend and it's mere existence angered her because she knew. She knew he'd never have wanted this. And she knew, if they couldn't find Jerry... and if it came down to it and it all started to take too long, maybe Wes would have to go through with that promise he'd made to Peter. Through gritted teeth, she answered his condescending question, "Scared. Terrified, really. Curious what you'll do to me. Anxious to get it over with. But human. Yeah, I feel human and that's better than what you can feel right now."
She moved her face away from his hand, recoiling like it was fire. "Where is Jerry, Peter? Come on...you want him dead just as much as the rest of us. Who knows, maybe one of the supers would get there before anyone else, take him out before the stake got to him." Oh, it was a risk to even toy with him like that, but maybe, just maybe, he would say something he didn't realize was too much and maybe she would live to take it back to the others. And that? That was a chance had to take.