[Peter has been staring for a long time. He's hyperfocusing, a little, thinking it through.]

It's reversed, you- [He shakes his head. Getting angry is counter-productive. He refocuses on the people around him.]

You're right. I lost my cool. The knife- I was expecting something physical. I could have stood that. But I've seen too many people die, and it took me by surprise. It took from me... all my memories of people I love. I remember forgetting, how important they are, that I love them, but...

[He stands. Shakes his head, clears his throat.]

So if we give something, it's something we announce. You're right. And it can be anything we own, memories or objects or relationships. I'm just... gimme a little while before anybody gives anything. I think I can see how this is going, but I need a second.