[ The mirth vanishes, snuffed out as swiftly as fingers closing over a wick. His distress grows as he paces, blooming to match his indignation over the last argument he had with someone else, someone dear. ]
They're only games. That's all! I am no Father and Wendy is not really the Mother of anyone, my boys belong to themselves. I have no son, Captain!
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[ The mirth vanishes, snuffed out as swiftly as fingers closing over a wick. His distress grows as he paces, blooming to match his indignation over the last argument he had with someone else, someone dear. ]
They're only games. That's all! I am no Father and Wendy is not really the Mother of anyone, my boys belong to themselves. I have no son, Captain!
Stop it, this isn't fun.