[The tattoos are hard for Peter to miss. His attention snaps onto the glowing tattoos as he presses a hand against the underside of his ribs.

He needs a second to adjust, to being alive, to feeling everything at once.]

Sore. Usually, I was too delirious to tell anyone how much being cursed hurt. This feels about the same.

I doubt I was cursed for two years, or I wouldn't be... me anymore.