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.

There is always something left to lose.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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.

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