[ Everything is soaked in fear. Sweet to the point of pain, or sharp enough to dull that sense. It's such a heady liquor that if there's anything beyond that, that surrounding feeling of hedonistic release, Pitch doesn't see it. He can't. It was like the old days and walking the eastern edge of a battlefield at sunset. But unlike the old days Pitch wasn't used to such a glut of fear. And certainly not from a single boy. ]
What I've done? I certainly didn't do that.
[ Grinning, Pitch is circling the transformed Alla lie a shark. ]
All I said was it didn't matter what shape you have on the outside..
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What I've done? I certainly didn't do that.
[ Grinning, Pitch is circling the transformed Alla lie a shark. ]
All I said was it didn't matter what shape you have on the outside..