Peter shrugs, settling back in his seat. "Hey, do it your way. Not our funeral," he points out, and while they may take it as jest, he knows the truth. He knows what he's capable of. He can imagine what the man next to him is. He's not worried... for them.

"Do you truly believe that we are what we are?" He lifts his head then, dark eyes turning brilliant blue. One of the men stepped back, his hand going to the pistol on his hip. "I mean, just curious."