Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
There is always something left to lose.
Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
Did he dare trust this insane boy?