What Peter is, is simultaneously far more ordinary and far less normal than any of those things. No heir presumptive, unless you count the trailer left to them by his cousin Vince — except that wasn't even left to them, it was left to a different cousin who traded it to Peter's mother in exchange for half a pack of smokes and a hand massage. No bending light, no stealing life from plants.

He steals his life from the moon.

But that's a conversation for maybe never.

Right now is the time for concentrating, on magic, on words. With an exhale, and a blink, and a thought, it works — and he sends:

𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠?