My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

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

Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

Then let us go and be terrible.