[ It's a difficult thing. Harder than Peter knows; there's centuries of having trusted someone, someone who seemed to have the answers, who always knew how to make him believe time after time after time even as countless boys died all around them. His fingers tighten on the wheel.
It doesn't feel right. He's certain there's a trick, not to winning but to losing. Some way to make even Peter's plan fall through.
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It doesn't feel right. He's certain there's a trick, not to winning but to losing.
Some way to make even Peter's plan fall through.
But he closes his eyes, nods... and spins the wheel.]