Did he dare trust this insane boy?

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

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

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.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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