Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.
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.
Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.
My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.
But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.