[ if you can't take something in stride then what's the point? at least this is how peter sees it. you pave it all with the good and the bad and the shit and you walk it because you made it yourself. better than making your bed own bed and lying in it, better than digging your own grave and dying in it. at least this way you can step on it and grind your heel down. ]

It's unique. It gets that much from me. [ an unpleasant little prickle. the barest flash of teeth like grinding. ] I'll be just fine, though it's a miracle none of you have strangled one other yet for being so deafening.