Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.

Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.