[voiceover] The Earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the Earth. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped.
Peter: This isn't about you, all right? Something is happening to me, and I have this feeling that you're the only person that's gonna understand this. Nathan: Why the hell would I understand that you think you can fly? Peter: Because you're my brother.