[ so, it is her. he hasn't heard her name in over thirty years, but he can still remember her image fresh in his memories. he never knew that sheβ but then again, how could he have? he was so focused on his vendetta against shaw and the men who had wronged him and his people that a relationship just wasn't in the picture for him. they had lost contact with each other and, if any truth was to be said, he can imagine why she chose not to tell him.
his fingers curl into a fist on the surface of the table as he gazes across at peter. he still isn't entirely sure he is convinced, but he is also equally unsure that he isn't convinced. at the mention of raven's name, his frown only deepens. the events of apocalypse weren't so long ago that he has forgotten the details. (how could he when he'd played such a prevalent part in them, wrought on by pain that continues to linger to this day?)
he draws in a steady breath, using what little time it gives him to piece together what he wants to say, what he wants to ask. but only one question comes forward in his mind as he releases that same breath, his expression softening just a tinge. ]
Why didn't you tell me until now? [ he can guess it, but he wants to hear it from him. ]
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his fingers curl into a fist on the surface of the table as he gazes across at peter. he still isn't entirely sure he is convinced, but he is also equally unsure that he isn't convinced. at the mention of raven's name, his frown only deepens. the events of apocalypse weren't so long ago that he has forgotten the details. (how could he when he'd played such a prevalent part in them, wrought on by pain that continues to linger to this day?)
he draws in a steady breath, using what little time it gives him to piece together what he wants to say, what he wants to ask. but only one question comes forward in his mind as he releases that same breath, his expression softening just a tinge. ]
Why didn't you tell me until now? [ he can guess it, but he wants to hear it from him. ]