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?
What will happen, will happen.
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.