[ The little flicker of hope that Ben had felt when Peter talked about how easy it would be to set a trap according to his plan is stamped out when Peter turns back to the console and keeps talking. Explaining how probably all of this has been pointless, their actions foreseen and accounted for. How whoever has been recording them probably knows they're here now and will just set up somewhere else, where they won't be able to find them.
Which is around when Ben's ability to cope runs right out. He should have considered it earlier, that there might be some kind of backup station, or that whoever has been operating here might try again. Peter is right. Logically he knows that. But Ben had just assumed, now they'd found this place, it was going to be over. They would remove the cameras like Peter had said, and the only awful thing was the knowledge it had been happening all along.
But from the way Peter's talking, they're still going to be recorded, and there's no possible way to stop it. Peter said it himself: these people know what they're capable of. Know what they'll do. They have no options, no control, no point in trying to resist. (At least, that is how it sounds to Ben.) ]
Oh. Okay.
[ It's not the end of the world. He had lived like this for 16 years. He can do it again. He has a lot of practice. So it should be easy.
Ben's knees are shaking really badly, and Peter doesn't look like he's about to be done too soon, so he goes ahead and just sits down on the floor, quietly. His entire body is numb and tingling with adrenaline, heart pounding hard; but on the outside he is very still. But he doesn't offer any more suggestions, or look at Peter. He knows him losing his shit right now isn't helpful, so the least he can do is do it as quiet and as contained as possible. The only thing that really gives him away as anything other than chill is the sound of his quick, shaky breathing. ]
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Which is around when Ben's ability to cope runs right out. He should have considered it earlier, that there might be some kind of backup station, or that whoever has been operating here might try again. Peter is right. Logically he knows that. But Ben had just assumed, now they'd found this place, it was going to be over. They would remove the cameras like Peter had said, and the only awful thing was the knowledge it had been happening all along.
But from the way Peter's talking, they're still going to be recorded, and there's no possible way to stop it. Peter said it himself: these people know what they're capable of. Know what they'll do. They have no options, no control, no point in trying to resist. (At least, that is how it sounds to Ben.) ]
Oh. Okay.
[ It's not the end of the world. He had lived like this for 16 years. He can do it again. He has a lot of practice. So it should be easy.
Ben's knees are shaking really badly, and Peter doesn't look like he's about to be done too soon, so he goes ahead and just sits down on the floor, quietly. His entire body is numb and tingling with adrenaline, heart pounding hard; but on the outside he is very still. But he doesn't offer any more suggestions, or look at Peter. He knows him losing his shit right now isn't helpful, so the least he can do is do it as quiet and as contained as possible. The only thing that really gives him away as anything other than chill is the sound of his quick, shaky breathing. ]