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[ Definitely the latter there. Learning that Strange Things (or things he'd always perceived as strange, anyway) exist so prominently in other people's worlds has been terrifying and yet... helpful. He could never talk to someone back home in normal fucking Utah about things like, oh, demonic possession, but maybe he can talk to people here in Hell Town who know about... magic and spells and all that stuff.

Though he's still really nervous, hands fiddling with themselves again. ]

I uh... Uh..... [ Peter swallows with an audible sound. This is hard. But he's got to start somewhere. ]

There's something wrong with me. And I guess I'm afraid I could... I could hurt other people. That's why I stopped coming to school?

I, uh.... I don't want to hurt anybody.

[ Eliot shifts just a little in his chair, comfortable but attentive. He tilts his head while Peter talks. It's vague enough that Eliot can start filling in the blanks with any number of things. ]

To be fair, there are things all over the place here that can hurt other people.

[ He cracks a smile and it goes away just as fast. Whatever it is, even if it's really nothing at all, it's got Peter scared. ]

And there are people here that know how to handle things that can hurt people.

[ That.... is a fair statement; Eliot's right. Compared to the shit that this place gets up to, Peter's dangerous levels actually seem... relatively low. At least, so far they have been.

But what if that changes? What if he gets worse? He's fretting, shifting a bit, fingers twisting into each other, because he doesn't want to say too much, but he doesn't know how to skirt around it very well, either. ]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I saw Mr. Coldwater.... do magic. Something bad was happening, someone was attacking me, and he protected me. He was... really powerful.

[ Said magic could probably be used to stop Peter, too. If Quentin ever had to. Or any of the rest of these magician people around. ...This man, too. Peter glances up at him sideways, hesitating before easing into it. Maybe it's for the best if he makes sure the adults around here know how he can be dangerous. They can stop him. ]

Sometimes I'm not exactly myself. It's like... like something else takes over me. And I'm afraid it'll hurt someone.

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