[ peter utters a noise of vague acknowledgement at the first remark — the one about this being neither heaven nor hell. he knows it's not, his conversation with solis had confirmed lingering thoughts and suspicious at least partially about beacon, and slightly more about them, as people.

if hell had gods or demons floating around — well, that was irrelevant, ultimately. (note to self: ask quentin beck sometime, maybe.)

wryly, then: ] Thinking everything's been orchestrated would be paranoid, even for me. But it's food for thought, you know? [ beat. ] I know, I know, conversations have been had with the spirits — conversations, quote-unquote, to a point — and the spirits don't understand death, which implies they're acting out of, uh, animal instinct, I guess. [ beat. ] Or it brings a whole new meaning to spiritism. Kardec's probably rolling in his grave.

—I'm just saying that if we've got two camps who've managed to survive multiple resets, I don't believe for a minute that we're the first people that have decided to try and talk with them. Maybe we've had the wrong end of the stick, maybe it's not previous resets that have influenced the spirits' actions towards us. [ intoned entirely with the verbal equivalent of a shrug. ] Maybe this is all the result of playing an incredibly long game. Robin did say that some of this is new to her.

[ for however much robin can be trusted, oy. ]