Peter kept walking.

“Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," …”

“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name'…”

“Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there …”

“How much blood will it take to make them stop? How many more children must die?”