Redhawk Caldera We don't laugh anymore

The information definitely distressed him visibly, so Peregrine prepared himself for some damage control. "Eljay," he said softly but sternly when his nephew looked at him pleadingly, "I know you didn't lie. I think you're just confused and that's understandable. They do look very similar. And I'm glad you were nice to him, because he's been through a lot. He lost his parents, just like we lost Peter. But he isn't Peter. Do you understand...?"

He ducked his head, hoping to catch Eljay's eye again. Somehow, he thought that the power of his gaze would somehow compel the young man to properly comprehend what he was saying. But Peregrine still suspected that, no matter how hard he tried or how mean or nice he was about it, this wasn't something that would simply click into place in Eljay's mind just like that. It might take continuous efforts and reminders, a thought which put a goddamn pit in his stomach.