There's a long moment, made endless by the stretch of his ability and the exhaustion in his chest, that Peter's tensed for a rematch. As Rinzler rises, he waits for the program to rush him. As Rinzler moves the weapon, he waits for the attempted stab.

But what he gets instead is the obvious dismissal. A chance, a truce extended. Peter hesitates and then nods slowly in acknowledgment. He thinks about saying something, to remark on the fact they had worked together or the fact Rinzler was allowing Peter to leave. A thanks, maybe.

But the words don't make it past the half second thought. Instead Peter leaves it at the nod and runs.