[He snorts, with no shortage of resentment in it]

I already have fake memories of being Peter. What's one more lifetime?

[One more lifetime of longing. Of wishing he was in someone else's shoes, where he could be loved and important. Once you've inoculated yourself against these poisonous dreams - well, what's one more? Just another bitter pill. Even if it's larger, jagged, even if it sticks in your throat and digs into the tender lining... it'll go down all the same, eventually.

It does hurt. He'd be lying to say it doesn't.]