"I was happy when you took your place at my side and raised your saber to fight with me. You saved me, and that has to mean something to them just as much as it does to me." They couldn't be, the two of them, and she constantly kicked herself for that fact. The resistance wouldn't accept him and it was the only place she felt as if she belonged. Well, except for right then.

Neverland had crushed him. It beat him down, made demands only because it had needed a ruler. Not a boy, but a man. It changed him to fit its own selfish desire and mischief had turned to cruelty, his shadow enshrouded him in its spectral light-dark and prodding. The urge for violence had grown stronger, the urge for chaos. Strangely, Peter was getting used to it.