Sorry, I'm in a mess at the moment. Broken. They've killed him. Somehow they persuaded the Governor to send him for crucifixion like a criminal. Couldn't bear to get too close, not after last night, not so as he could look me in the face again. Those piercing "what did I tell you?" eyes, yet so full of love and sorrow too. You see I … I … I bottled it, when those people said they had seen me with him, well I didn't know what to do, would they beat me too, I sorted of panicked and blurted out that I didn't know him, oh how I wish I hadn't … then that cock … at that time of night too … he looked at me … those eyes … right through me. I broke. It was just as he had said. Not sure what happened after that … maybe John saw it through …

 ... Found John this morning, we just looked it each other for, seemed like ages. I felt so ashamed. Me, Peter, denying the Master. Calm John, steady John, gently said "it was as the Master said, he forgave you with that look" and he embraced me. We wept. He told me about the so called trial, the beatings, Pilate washing his hands of it … then … then the cross, ow he managed to carry it after that beating … "The King of The Jews" said the notice … and Mary, his Mother, the other ladies, all there, right at the front. Unlike me. They saw him die. Die! our King! 

- "Peter" as imagined by DG, webmaster

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