The song began to wind down as her tears subsided. As she apologized, he shook his head. "You're forgiven," he said, his voice still soft. He'd been so worried about her, so frightened for her during the last few weeks, when she had been so shattered, more a breathing, moving doll than a feeling person. It had hurt him, knowing how much she suffered. He had been straining, keeping such constant watch on her, limiting what the other Evey would sense through their connection. He hadn't slept, frightened that he would wake to find only one mind where there had been two.
But she was forgiven. Completely and utterly forgiven. He let her know that in the way that was unique to them, by feeling it and letting her feel it too.
They had been through so much together, he and she. More than just die Festung, but the savage world and it's trials. Survivors once again. He loved Evey, both of them, but there was a slightly deeper connection to this one, the one with whom he had endured love, loss, death, and resurrection.
He knew how devastated she had been after Aidan's death. How long it had taken for her to feel again. How fragile and deep were her feelings for John Preston. He knew the bravery she had; she had been frightened of Aidan, but had stood her ground, prepared for death at the hands of an enraged vampire, in order to help the man she loved.
Because she still loved him. Peter knew that. Part of her always would love Aidan Waite. But the woman she was now had moved on, and could no more go back to being what and who she had been than Aidan could hide from what he had done.
It had hurt, when she had cut him off from her mind. But she was forgiven. Always, forgiven. Always loved.
With gentle fingers, he wiped the tears from her eyes. His eyes flickered in the direction she had just come from. "Will he tell her?"