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

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

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

There is always something left to lose.

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

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.

There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.