"Not necessarily," Elliot tells him, and he's tired, he's so tired of believing that in the face of everything to the contrary so it's flat, but with it comes a surge of such pure furious conviction that it's probably at odds with his quietly neutral tone. The kind of rage that lights the fuse of revolution.

He squeezes Peter's hand, but it's as a precursor to letting go. "We should probably go find out more about what's going on here, though." Instead of places neither of them are anymore.