Derek wanted to tell them both they were nuts and vehemently protest what they were saying. He wanted to get pissed off at them for lying to him. He wanted to lose his shit and get the hell out of this vortex of weird. Instead, he just remained silent and he looked between them both, trying to process what they were saying. Angry wasn't something he liked feeling... which was ironic considering Peter was telling him that's exactly how he needed to be to survive. "Aged backwards...?" he asked quietly, finally breaking the silence.

He gave a small shake of his head. It was information overload, but it wasn't like they hadn't warned him to be prepared. "W-What bad crap?" It was a question he didn't want the answer to, but he seemed to realise that to understand, he had to know. "Something happened to my family, didn't it? That's why my house has been knocked down. What happened to Cora? Where's my mom?" He hated that he was tearing up again, but if nothing else, it was out of feeling incredibly scared and lost. This must be what waking up from a coma felt like.