You know, I've always been a tad confused about that line since Wiley's death. Frankly, beyond Andy, Kara, Lauren and Sam, Wiley is pretty much the only other person who Peter knows exactly what happened to.
One thought I had is that maybe whomever the "face he didn't want to see" from the first pages brings it up, and Peter realizes that he doesn't even know where or if Wiley was buried, cremated, or even where he could even pay his respects. A guy like Peter, that could really eat away at him.
So this strip plus rereading the beginning hit me like a ton of bricks, especially the first line of this whole comic. See I recently came across a similar troves of photos of old friends, albeit it was more of me cleaning out my phones pictures. (I've had the same SD card for like 6+ years).There were pictures of an ex-girlfriend that I never realized until later I had fallen in love with. I had ended the relationship for the sake of both of us and kinda locked those memories and feelings away. But seeing those photos let it loose and fuck man that was something.
I guess what I'm getting at is that until recently the opening of the comic never fully resonated with me until now. I get seeing a face you didn't want to see because of what it reminds you of, the good times and bad that came after. Thanks for the ride Gibson, you know how to write a damning good story.
@Gus, personally, I always took the "Where's Wiley" line to mean more of "why isn't he here" or "why couldn't we have done more to save him", like a "he should be here, and the void caused by his absence has never filled".
A Face I Didn't Want to See
This exact moment, where you are given or find a trove of old memories, has happened to me on more than one occasion, and sometimes with the same items or pictures.
I have had to weigh and judge whether the memory tied to the item is worth keeping in the event that it again resurfaces from my growing mausoleum of old trinkets. Some things get thrown out when I find them for the third or fourth time.
Some things still haunt me when I pull out the proverbial shoe box of pictures today. But the memories tied to them are too precious to allow my one reminder, my one mnemonic, to be destroyed.
I've been with this comic for a very long time. Long enough to remember when all the pages were still uncolored. Thank you for such a ride, and even if questions are left unanswered, this journey was worth that.