[ Peter's optimism is a little infectious. Or maybe he's just desperate enough to believe in anything. Even in magic. Hell, he's still not sure how this whole place operates. It's ridiculous. Like New York and all that giant lizard stuff. ]

Anything's possible... [ He lets out a nod, thinking that Peter would know. He's been here for far longer. Who cares that even if they find a cure that he might get thrown back home and have to face dying all over again? He wants to just stop freaking out about this right now so he'll let Peter tell him what he needs to hear. ]

Yeah. I'll just... give you samples of my blood, and you can hand it out to your science buddies and it'll be a done deal, right? [ Peter's grip on him is kind of hurting him, but it's also numbing the other pain, so he allows it. ] I mean. I don't have anything to offer, but... maybe they'll just do me the favor, right? [ That doesn't seem at all realistic to him. ]

... Like they've got nothing better to do with their goddamn lives. [ He chuckles, finding it amusing. Well, there goes that shred of optimism he was trying to hold on to. ] Pete, I don't own a single fucking thing here. No one is going to help me.