"How much of that was a lie?" Gabriel asked as the brother's walked further down the hallway toward their rooms.

Peter shrugged. "The beginning was true. The bit about the apron was true. But from there I put a spin on it to make things not so bad. They're just kids."

"What really happened?"

"It wasn't until Noah asked where my scar was that you realized I was from the past. Future me has a big scar down his face. When you did realize, we went into the other room and told me that we were brothers. You also said you wouldn't let me have your power," Peter said, letting Gabriel into his room.

"And yet, somehow you got it."

"I had you paint the future, so you would see why I needed it. You gave it to me. Then Noah called for you. Knox and Daphne and Claire had followed me there. Knox was holding Noah captive."

"Oh god."

"Claire said that they would let him go as soon as I gave myself up. You told me to get out, but I couldn't just leave you. I attacked her, Daphne attacked you and Noah managed to break free. You told him to go hide and he did. You were fighting Knox and you weren't afraid but Noah was. When you realized what Knox was going to do, you told Noah to run. But he wasn't fast enough."

"No."

"God you were so pissed. Knox was laughing and Claire was being all heartless, but I think Daphne was seriously reconsidering her position among them. You started fighting Knox and your hands were starting to be radioactive. You ended up blowing up Costa Verde."

"How'd you get out?"

"No idea. I would have thought that standing two feet away from a nuclear bomb would have been too much for my healing power power. But I guess it wasn't. I woke up in the morgue next to my dead counterpart. Claire started torturing me."

"Never would have expected her to go all evil."

"Don't really think anyone did. But, we never expected you to 'go all good'. Anyway, then Nathan showed up, we talked, then I killed him. You're power was too much. You'd told me I wouldn't be able to control it, and I couldn't. Then the rest you know. I came to your cell in level five, killed you, tried to kill mom, the rest is history."

"Some days, I'm really glad I'm not you."

"Some days? Have you seen my life lately? I wish I wasn't me sometimes."

"I can see that," he said, sliding off his brother's bed and heading for the door. "I should let you get some sleep."

"Yeah," Peter said, standing to escort him out of the room.

"Well, night."

"Night." Then suddenly Peter was overcome with an overwhelming urge to do something he knew was completely wrong. "Hey Gabriel…"