"Not everyone, but the majority is." Matt gave Peter a look that spoke of consideration. Maybe calculation, even. "You can't die, Peter. And we know we're immune. The people out there - they're scared, desperate. People do a lot of cruel things to protect themselves."
Or the people they cared about. Both Peter and Matt knew that much. The difference was that Matt, although he wouldn't call himself a pessimist, had a darker outlook on things than Peter had. And Peter was fully capable of being cynical and realistic - he just often chose not to. Matt could understand why, or at least he thought he could. But it wasn't anything he himself could disregard. His distrustful streak was definitely the dominant one in this situation.
"I meant more ... like taking stock. See what the situation is. Look, no one's tried to get us out of here, so that means no one's got this under control. It also means they're probably waiting for us to kill each other. If we want to get a message out, it has to be to the public, somehow. The media. Let them know people are alive, that they're not sick, and that they want out of here. Or at least that we need some kind of help."
Playing Robin Hood had worked out for a time, and both Peter and Matt had overhead suspicion as well as gratefulness at the 'supply bombs' they dropped where they could. But everything was running out, including everybody's patience and will to keep going like this. Soon people would try to get across the bridges despite the heavy blockades. Try to swim across - people had already tried. There'd been enough military in place on the othe side to shoot them down, but the island itself was completely deserted now except for the survivors.
They'd done some work on that, too. Try to get rid of bodies, or at least the ones littering the street. It had been agonizing. Taxing. They were both incredibly tired and worn from ... well, everything, and so Matt could appreciate Peter's optimism and dreamy nature to an extent. But he didn't have a lot of it himself right then.
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Or the people they cared about. Both Peter and Matt knew that much. The difference was that Matt, although he wouldn't call himself a pessimist, had a darker outlook on things than Peter had. And Peter was fully capable of being cynical and realistic - he just often chose not to. Matt could understand why, or at least he thought he could. But it wasn't anything he himself could disregard. His distrustful streak was definitely the dominant one in this situation.
"I meant more ... like taking stock. See what the situation is. Look, no one's tried to get us out of here, so that means no one's got this under control. It also means they're probably waiting for us to kill each other. If we want to get a message out, it has to be to the public, somehow. The media. Let them know people are alive, that they're not sick, and that they want out of here. Or at least that we need some kind of help."
Playing Robin Hood had worked out for a time, and both Peter and Matt had overhead suspicion as well as gratefulness at the 'supply bombs' they dropped where they could. But everything was running out, including everybody's patience and will to keep going like this. Soon people would try to get across the bridges despite the heavy blockades. Try to swim across - people had already tried. There'd been enough military in place on the othe side to shoot them down, but the island itself was completely deserted now except for the survivors.
They'd done some work on that, too. Try to get rid of bodies, or at least the ones littering the street. It had been agonizing. Taxing. They were both incredibly tired and worn from ... well, everything, and so Matt could appreciate Peter's optimism and dreamy nature to an extent. But he didn't have a lot of it himself right then.