Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
My name's Peter. Can I play too?
There is always something left to lose.
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.