Slowly, Peter nodded. "Yeah, I think so. That's what it seems like." He wasn't happy about this, he was very unhappy about this. But he was trying very, very hard not to let Evey see or sense this. He remained calm, stoic.
But it wasn't right. In some way, this was crueler than one or the other vanishing. In essence, both women were gone, replaced by this one, with the confused and conflicting memories of both. She was still Evey Hammond, still his best friend and the one human being he trusted above all others. But she'd been violated, merged from two individuals into a single entity. What was going to happen now? One loved Aidan, one loved John. There was a single selfish though that at least both versions had loved him, Peter, equally, but he pushed that aside. This wasn't a competition. This was Evey.
His hand squeezed hers, the free one moving to gently cup her cheek for a moment. "I suppose the question is, what do we do now?"
We. Because there was no option that she would be alone. One version, the other, both, it didn't matter - she was still Peter's best friend.