[ The silence is telling, honestly, and Peter realizes that this is some heavy shit they’re sitting on the edge of. Maybe it’s best to not overwhelm the kid with how petty Peter can be, how viciously he can hold onto a grudge, if the motivation is right. Peter’s not the kind of guy who actively seeks revenge, and most slights he can forgive (hell, he doesn’t really hold it against the other Guardians how they all actively tried to physically harm him, at some point), but if the crime were particularly awful, if the person were particularly monstrous?

Then... yeah. Peter might go for it.

The kid finally says something, and the sincerity in his voice scythes through some of the bitterness Peter still feels, a week later. His expression softens a little, and when Peter speaks again, the edge has been sanded away. Mostly, he just sounds tired. ]

There was this cultist. Dude with a metal arm. I think his name was Shiloh.

If you find him before I do, do me a favor? Rip off his arm and slap him with it.