Laughter

I still hear his laughter ring inside my mind.
It sounded so familiar, and yet I do not know the man who laughs like that.
A man who laughs like that at his friend's death cannot ever have been a friend of mine.

He didn't see me, never even noticed me. All he saw was Peter, brave little Peter, who faced him and died.

And here I thought it was all a misunderstanding.
And here I was absolutely certain he would never have killed James.
I even laughed at Peter for believing such silly things.

He killed Peter and laughed.