That voice. It wasn't demonic. It was...familiar? Peter shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't in Hell anymore. He'd escaped! He forced himself to start breathing again, to take in a deep gulp of air and let it out and let the memories go. They were memories, and he was here, and...he opened his eyes again, looking around, still a little dazed. They lit on the other man, and the name came to him after a moment.

"Kanan?"