Had not enough gone wrong?
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
What will happen, will happen.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.