Through the yelling, Peter doesn't do more than breathe, albeit barely. He breathes out thin wisps of blood that fly past his lips. Everything aches no matter how little he moves, yet nothing compares to the heartbreak. "Think, Peter! What are you going to have when everything else burns away?!" Tony's scream yanks Peter back to the painful awareness of everything. He says the first thing that comes to mind. "You, Dad..." he answers truthfully, missing the way Tony's expression slowly falls with regret. "I'd still have you..."