Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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

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.

There is always something left to lose.

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

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.

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