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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.