Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.
Then let us go and be terrible.
And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.
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?