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Think of a wonderful thought, any merry little thought
She raised a brow, crossing one arm over the other as he spoke. It was certainly an odd situation; the fact that the other boy didn’t know why he was so bad. “You don’t know?” She asks. She really had hopped he changed, she would be overly happy if the other had become good, she’d never seen that side of him before.
"I was dying...Death can make you do a lot of things," he told her, which was slightly true. He had been dying, he had needed Henry's heart for his own selfish purpose. "But I'm not..." Pan trailed off. The whole changing thing was still new to him, and the words he wanted to express, he didn't know how.
It hurts more the more you ask it. Kid. Go educate yourself.
Why don't you just tell me?
think whatever you like. I don’t belive you.
Why? You're immortal yet you don't believe in fairytale characters?
87. Who We Are Imagine Dragons
We were never welcomed here, We were never welcomed here at all.
When Rome’s in ruins, we are the lions free of the coliseums
What?
Did you not hear me the first time? I asked what tacos were.
This is a really realistic dream. It’s only missing tacos and guns…And taco guns.
What are tacos?
"—Well I can’t say I forgive you." She sighs, taking a seat on the bench. "Why were you so evil?"
"I know...I-I..." he didn't know what to say. What could he say? He'd changed, and he didn't know if it was for the better because right now, he didn't know what to say to her. Wendy. The girl the stories told that he was in love with, someone he'd locked away in a cage and deemed a pet. "I don't know."
#like father, like son
Nah Peter Pan’s a fairy tale man. He’s not real.
And that's why I will never die away. Fairytale or not to you, you know who I am. And I am Peter Pan.
“——I’m telling you, those skittles are calling my name”
"What are skittles?"
Won’t happen. Who are you to be believed in,man?
I'm Peter Pan.
soo, how's your son doing?
What?
"Ya ain’t seen a blonde girl, h-have ya?"
"Maybe. But even if I had seen the blonde you're looking for, why would I tell you?"
"You put me in a cage, do you not remember that?" She sighs. "If you somehow gain my trust, then I’ll know. But as of now my guard will be up."
"I do...And I'm sorry. Truly, I am."