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“Well, as far as I figure, if’in ‘M in it for th’ long haul ‘n all I should know ‘bout who ‘m stuck with.” There was less venom than normal in her voice, sounding more sleep-deprived than anything. Mostly, due to the fact that it was nearly dawn and many of the lost boys were still loudly rough housing. Something that made sleep nearly impossible for the ever twitchy, eternally cautious girl
“An’ he’s th’ only permanent thing here, isn’ he? That’s what it feels like, everythin’ just…revolves ‘round him.”
"This island is a part of him," the blond explained as he idly treaded along the unmarked trail, "He controls it all-- from the magic to the Shadow."
To who lives and who dies. The fate of every heartbeat on the island rested squarely within Pan's claws. Even Rat, though for now the small boy remained rather resilient towards Neverland intoxicating influence.
As for permanence, other than the Shadow--it was true. Most of the original Lost Boys had met gruesome ends and every generation subsequently followed in their bloodied footsteps.
Only Felix and Rufio had managed to adapt so seamlessly to the savage life of a Lost One. Though they were no masters of the enchanted island, the two foxes fluent in its unforgiving tongue and understood its merciless subtleties.
And now only Felix remained.
