Frater, Amicus
Chapter Three: Red
When Peter thought of blood, he thought of Edmund. Blood reminded him of his brother, his beloved brother, lying on a barren field, clasping a broken wand, vital fluids spilling out of an undoubtedly fatal wound, staining the charred grass a deep crimson.
When Peter thought of sacrifice, he thought of Edmund. Sacrifice reminded him of his brother, his beloved brother, fighting, either by sword or by tongue, either in battle or in court, giving all, at whatever the cost.
Red defined both blood and sacrifice, triggered the worst and the best memories Peter held against his brother. Irony speaks.