All we found was a fucking finger after the gas explosion, as Peter pettigrew is so fucking perfect.

From herein your name is captain runaway, run. No, I'm staying perfectly measured and seeking no revenge whatsoever, but what I cannot speak for, is what my subconscious may deem appropriate. And I don't mean the actor, he's okay. As you are 1,000 more guilty yourselves. Die, it is the only thing I will ever wish for you, and I honestly don't know if I will ever forgive you, and forever, that's how remorseful you need to be.