Anger stretched and filled, soaking into the earth and calling forth the darkness that stained his soul. Peter wasn't there anymore, a sliver of his former self. He'd stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back, soaked into him and he willingly embraced it. He saw only what he could gain and not what he could lose, never what he could lose until it was too late. Was that why he was so angry? Pan never dwelled on it at all, never let himself linger. He didn't want<i>him</i>to be right, he couldn't stand the possibility, so he closed it, and him, out. That was the worst part, that Pan didn't have control over him, over any of this. It burned him from the inside out that he couldn't control this, couldn't control him in particular.<br/><br/>The light touch of Ecko on his shoulder snapped the leader out of his thoughts, body rigid as her words fell into his ear. Troubled? Nothing, Pan didn't<i>get</i>troubled. Clearly he was letting this get under his skin, fingers toying with the artfully crafted jewelry in his pocket. "Nothing Ecko," he breezed, straightening as he let the tension melt from his body. Turning, Pan headed back to camp, mind still running a mile a minute. He'd figure this out, make a plan to have him dealt with. First he had to deal with Ecko, get her busy with something else....someone else.<br/><br/>"You left Tori in the trees today," he commented, turning towards the fae on his shoulder with a sly grin. He was using Tori to distract Ecko, knowing how she loathed the other woman, how Ecko loathed anyone that she deemed 'competition.' "It was raining," he commented, though the grin he put on didn't show displeasure at all. "You know you have to be nicer to her," he admonished, but the glint in his eyes was saying something else. "Unless there's another reason you're being particularly<i>bad</i>," he hummed, knowing the exact reason. Pan was playing to it, hand lifting to cradle Ecko in his palm, his other hand slipping from his pocket to shade her from the water that fell.<br/><br/>"You'll be good for me tomorrow night won't you?" he whispered to her with that same devilish grin. "She'll never be like you love." Pan cooed at the fairy, every word she dreamed of hearing. She was so easy to manipulate, almost pitifully so. "Do me a favor, tomorrow, I want it to be special. Just you and me. Why don't you go pick a place for us," He thought, flashing his charming smile as he let her rush off. The moment she was out of sight, his smile fell, the darkness falling over him once more.<br/><br/>The shadows thickened, growing as a form peeled free, looming over the dirty blonde as he stalked forwards. "We have a problem," He hissed, hands fisting at his sides. "<i>He's</i>showing himself more. I don't know what he's up to but I want it stopped," he ground out through clenched teeth. He needed to put a stop to this. He couldn't lose everything he built. He couldn't.