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 is always something left to lose.

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

Had not enough gone wrong?

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

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

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