Yeah, well, I don't. They did a bad job picking me, I'm not a hero or a soldier.

[not that his conscience is clean anymore, but for a boy who turns into a wolf once a month there's a remarkable lack of blood on his hands. peter doesn't pick fights, and if he can't avoid one, he runs.

there's absolutely nowhere to run, here.]

What a damn perfect little guilt mousetrap. Do our bidding now, they're coming for you next. That's not just something you were told?