Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.

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.

There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

There is always something left to lose.

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?

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.