“There is always something left to lose.”

“If the girl could only have spoken to the other boys and girls, the ones that had followed the golden-eyed boy before her, she would have known that there is always something left to lose.”

“Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.”

“Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused.”

“Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?”

“But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?”

“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.”