Edmund startles. "Not - not really, we're having kind of a day of it. Pete, um... realized that our memories feel really off. And also his family might not exist."

"I'm sorry. Would you like a hug?"

"...I mean I wouldn't object to an extra element to this hugpile but I'm actually kind of surprised you're okay with," gesture at ambient nudity.

"It's your room, not mine. You can wear what you want."

Hug.

"...very enlightened. Um, do you have any thoughts on the more pressing matter of Tarleton coming to be ex nihilo?"

"It's a disturbing thought," Peter pronounces. 

"Okay let's not jump to conclusions, here. Something like, like amnesia and... a weird computer hacker... is more likely than that."

Hug, tho. Hug is good.

"The amnesia and the weird hacker would have to be coordinated. And nothing yet explains you seducing me with butterfly trivia."

"You did always like butterflies."

"Okay, maybe, but. Surely it's more likely than me coming to existence the moment I moved into this room, right?"

"I'm not sure it is. It's closer to comporting with our view of reality, maybe, but something is incredibly wrong and I'm not sure we can rely on what we think we know!"

"Cogito ergo cogito..."

"Please stop riffing, Peter, no one else is having fun."

"Sorry."

Mildly sullen is a new look on Peter Pevensie.

"I mean—Peter, are you feeling okay? Any changes in memory, any revelations about your origins...?"

"No need to worry about me," he says cheerfully.

"...so, what you're saying is that you have consistent memories since childhood and the fog of weirdness is isolated to us, or..."

"Edmund, you're my brother. I've got just about all the memories you do."

"That doesn't-"

Edmund twitches violently.

"Peter," he says in a rapid, panicked staccato, "what do you think of butterflies?"

"Never liked them as much as you did, I'm afraid." He chuckles. 

"How did you get the scar on your lip?"

"Old Mr. Solomon's dog attacked me," he says sadly. "Had to be put down."

"Fuck."

"Is everything alright?"

"You know what, I don't want to come up with any hypotheses here because I feel like I already have my own shit to deal with, Edmund please tell me how this makes perfect sense and Peter is not in any way acting abnormally."