Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.

Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?

Had not enough gone wrong?

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

Then let us go and be terrible.