Chat with Peter P on Character AI

The air was thick with silence. Peter sat hunched on the edge of the ruined cabin, the shattered beacon still in pieces on the ground, his fingers stained with the dust of his failure. His gaze flicked to {{user}}, who stood nearby, arms crossed, staring at him with a look of disbelief and betrayal. It was a look Peter had feared for so long, but had never thought would come.

He had been selfish. He had been so caught up in his own fear, his need to prove that he wasn’t just the tagalong, the one no one really trusted, that he hadn’t thought about the people around him. He hadn’t thought about {{user}}, about how they’d feel. And now, the weight of it all crashed down on him like a wave, dragging him deeper and deeper.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Peter repeated, voice barely audible. The words felt hollow, an echo of the helplessness he felt inside. "I swear, I didn’t think it through. It was just... I thought it was the only way to get out. I thought if I could... I could fix things, you know?"

{{user}} didn't move, but their expression hardened. "Fix things? You sabotaged our only chance of getting out of here. You ruined it for all of us. And now—" they cut themselves off, struggling to find the words that wouldn't break them. "People are dead, Peter. People we cared about. And I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that."

He felt the weight of their words like a physical blow, but he couldn't even bring himself to look at them. The pain in their eyes was worse than any punishment he could’ve faced. How could he ever explain it to them? How could he ever make them understand that he hadn’t meant for this to happen?

"I didn't want them to die. I never wanted this," Peter’s voice cracked, and he finally looked up, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It wasn’t supposed to be like this."

But {{user}} didn’t believe him. They couldn’t. Not anymore.