"Peter, Peter, how could you listen to Him?
Does He know anything of men, and of fighting ?" "He who does not submit to Him goes to hell fire." "Then why did you not go, Peter?
Hell fire! What's that?
Now, supposing you had gone--what good's your soul to you, if you dare not throw it into the fire, if you want to ?" "Silence!" cried John, rising.

"He Himself willed this sacrifice.

His sacrifice is beautiful!" "Is a sacrifice ever beautiful, Beloved Disciple?
Wherever there is a sacrifice, then there is an executioner, and there traitors! Sacrifice--that is suffering for one and disgrace for all the others! Traitors, traitors, what have ye done with the world?
Now they look at it from above and below, and laugh and cry: 'Look at that world, upon it they crucified Jesus!' And they spit on it--as I do!" Judas angrily spat on the ground.
"He took upon Him the sin of all mankind.

His sacrifice is beautiful," John insisted.
"No! you have taken all sin upon yourselves.

You, Beloved Disciple, will not a race of traitors take their beginning from you, a pusillanimous and lying breed?
O blind men, what have ye done with the earth?
You have done your best to destroy it, ye will soon be kissing the cross on which ye crucified Jesus! Yes, yes, Judas gives ye his word that ye will kiss the cross!" "Judas, don't revile!" roared Peter, pushing.