Destiny? Yeah. We'd always stop by when we visited my uncle. When I was thirteen or so we were in town at least once a month and we got pretty close.

[Nicolae was dying, Peter was just starting to go through his change. And Destiny had been there with a smile and real magic and she'd punched him in the arm fighting over his mother's peanut butter cookies. He'd liked her immediately.]

She's like the big sister I'm still not sure I want.

[He smiles, the words teasing, but there's a hint of frustration just from being here. Destiny's out there.]