Peter stood by the door, his hand resting on the knob as he prepared to leave Steven's house. His conversation with Lucas and the others had left him feeling conflicted, torn between his duties and his own fears about what he was becoming. The weight of the *Slimoh* in his veins, the changes in his body—it was all too much to think about. He could no longer return to his life as it had been, but neither was he fully aligned with Lucas and his team.
Lucas stepped up beside him, his hand lightly touching Peter's arm. "Be careful, Peter," he said softly, his voice steady but concerned. "Zane is probably watching you closely. He'll be suspicious, and any wrong move could put you in danger."
Peter nodded, his expression serious. "I know, Lucas. I'll be careful. But I'm not sure if I can get you a spaceship from RayTech without Zane catching on. He has eyes everywhere, and I don't think I can walk in there without him knowing something's up."
