" You’ve always been the best of us, Jamie,” Nod said, and his voice cracked. “Me and Fog, we always looked up to you. We always wanted to be just like you, only we never were.”
If he was crying I didn’t want to see. I only wanted to get to the beach. The night was spinning on and Peter could have found them by now.
“I wasn’t as good as you think,” I said.
“You kept us alive. You looked after us. We all knew it, even if we didn’t say so. We knew it made Peter jealous.”
“Peter’s not jealous of me,” I said. “Only of anyone that takes me away from him.”
“He is,” Nod insisted. “He knows no one will ever love him the way we all loved you.”
My throat felt clogged suddenly. I cleared it noisily, but found I couldn’t say anything. What could I possibly say?
“We all loved you, and so we loved Peter too, because you did. But when you stopped, so did the rest of us. You always made us see him through your eyes. "

― Christina Henry , Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook