Did he dare trust this insane boy?

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

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?

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.

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.

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