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.

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

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.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

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.