The Character Break Room

Peter
"He's dead," I told her without the slightest hint of sadness, "but he'll be back."

"what?!" said Liz shocked. "How?!"

"Guilty." Mr.Face said shamelessly.

Peter
"The only thing you did that I approved of," I said with a scowl.

"What? Killing him? I could do it again. We could get together and do the whole...'and I must scream' thing, with gh perpetually writing him back to life, and me perpetually killing him. That would be neat." Mr.Face said hopefully.

"Peter? Why? What did he do?" Liz was crying now.

Peter
"He had a role in getting me kidnapped and held hostage by insane revolutionaries," I began, "having my skin cut and torn off of my arm, my feet getting horribly sliced and chopped into, and, oh yeah, having me hooked up to a machine that administered excruciatingly painful electric shocks all through my body, shocks which increased in level every fifteen minutes until they made me die a hideously agonizing death. So yeah, I'm glad Ezra's dead. And you know how he died? He got shot! The lucky bastard."

"I'm sorry Peter! I'm gonna kill him!" she sobbed.

Peter
"You're a little late," I answered dryly. "But Gh is bringing him back to life, just like Winter is bringing me back to life. So you can have your messed-up boyfriend back, and everything'll be sunshine and roses again." My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"He's not my boyfriend...and now he's a dead man! Oh Peter, I'm sorry." she said, hugging him. Tears still streaming down her cheeks.

Peter
Hugging...I wasn't sure how to react to hugging. Just like with Sarah. So, like I did with Sarah, I sort of awkwardly patted her shoulder, feeling uncomfortable. This was the second girl to have hugged me while crying since I'd entered the room...

"Erm." T.Mor just sat...looking conflicted.
"You now happen to be in the awkwardest position in History Mr.Namechov. Congragulations." Mr.Face said with a grin. "You happened to be directly responsi---"
"Shut up. I know." He muttered.

"Wait what?!" said Liz, turning on T. Mor.

"Nothing. It's nothing..." T.Mor muttered to his feet.
"So insensitive..." Mr.Face commented, ever the instigator.
"It's not insensitive if you're protecting your own mental health...and conscience." T.Mor shot back.
"Why protect something you have such a loose grip on already?" He replied with a grin.

"You'll be protecting it even more if you don't tell me!"

"Wait...what."T.Mor just looked up at Liz in absolute confusion.
"I second that..."Mr.Face muttered.

"I'm. Going. To. Hurt. You. If. You. Don't. Tell. Me." she said, pinching her nose.

"OH. You could have just said that..."T.Mor said. Relaxing a bit. "Er...what was the question again?"

"He said you.were responsible!" said Liz, pointing to Mr. Face.

"I already admitted my guilt..."Mr.Face said unconcernedly.

"What did you do, T.Mor Namechovic?!"

"Firstly...My last name is pronounced Namechov. None of that 'ic' junk at the end. Secondly...I don't want to discuss it." T.Mor said, taking a deep breath. "Secondly...I don't really think that it's your problem what a hideous monster I am."
"I killed Peter. He helped." Mr.Face added helpfully.
T.Mor sank angstily into his seat.

Liz sighed, "Who killed Ezra?"

"Which time?" Mr.Face asked, with a grin playing across his lips.

"He died more than once?! Just tell me..."