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He tips his head back to gaze lovingly up at his son, just drinking in the sight of his familiar, happy, glowing (!) face. When Peter speaks to him, there's a momentary jolt of surprise at his articulation, but Peregrine quickly accepts it. It just is, like all the other inexplicable things going on around him. He has a lot of questions but he's not going to question anything.

A wave of sadness rolls over him, frothing with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Peter. I would never have left, if I'd known... I should've been there to protect you. I should've found you food, somehow..." He knows he did everything he could but that doesn't stop him from blaming himself, or the others. "We all should've looked out for you. We failed you." Peregrine's voice hollows out, drops, leaves him, and he can no longer look his son in the eye.