That's what I'm trying to say. You have it the wrong way round. The world owes us, we owe it nothing.

[ He didn't leave Peter to take the room, to escape from him just by putting distance between them again. This time when he stepped forward, he placed both hands on Peter's shoulders, and there was no give in them at all. He stood at his full height, with his head tipped forward, looking through his eyebrows at him with concern, with deliberate intention weighing his words. ]

We're the ones that are special, Peter.