“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.”

“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.”

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

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

“If the girl could only have spoken to the other boys and girls, the ones that had followed the golden-eyed boy before her, she would have known that there is always something left to lose.”

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

“Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.”