“You hear that too?” the lost boy asked in an effort to casually grab the blonde’s attention. Pan knew very well that she could. What other reasoning could there be for her to wander off into the Neverland jungle deep into the night.
“You’re Emma, right?” he asked, attempting to sound genuinely curious despite clearly knowing who she was--the so-called Savior. Pan looked her up and down, sizing up the woman before him against his expectations.
“I wonder why they can’t hear the crying,” he pushed further. The lost boy already knew why. The others weren't like Emma. They didn’t grow up feeling lost, lonely or unloved. Emma was different in a way that her parents could never fully understand and Pan intended to force her to come to terms with it.
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