Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.
For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
My name's Peter. Can I play too?
But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.