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Look at Me
"Look at me." Peter kept his gun at the ready, but his voice was very gentle. "Look at me, Neal. Neal. Look at me. Come on."
When Neal finally obeyed the command, after one excruciatingly long moment, Peter almost wished he hadn't. He had seen his protégé in many moods, but he had never seen anything like the rage and hatred that distorted Neal's face now.
Even after it was all over, after Neal had finally lowered his gun, Peter knew that the darkness he had glimpsed in that face would haunt his own nightmares for a very long time.