Mean Seasons 37 No Longer An Enemy
Fear.
He relished it greatly.
You have gone soft Pitch Black.
Except when it was his own fears haunting him.
":I have not! I am still king!" he told the voice, his own voice. Himself seemed to mock him, and threw him into a dream. Once it would have been considered a dream...now he wasn't so sure.
He held Frost by the throat, draining him, drawing him closer, raising a dagger of black sand...
"No! No I don't want that anymore!"
Sliding the dagger through ice cold flesh, hearing the gasp as sand bit to the hilt. The boy going limp in his grip...the light leaving the blue orbs...turning them grey and dead. A ping of enjoyment flickered in his mind, but was shot down immediately.
"Stop it!"
"You've wanted this, Pitch. You've wanted this since your defeat! Those eyes in the dream match his eyes now! You have been avenged!"
"No! Yes! Yes I have wanted to end Frost. I have wanted to extract my revenge on him slowly, painfully and with much shrieking..That was before..." His eyes drifted to his globe, the comfort of having half a town of Believers enough to calm his resolve, and perhapse squash the voice inside.
An image of Jack laid out on his back, completely at his mercy assaulted his senses. A spark of nasty vengeance reared its head, and he formed another dagger. Then stopped midstrike.
"No, I cannot do it. Not even if he was here lying defenseless in front of me. My daughter and the Tooth Fairy were right...I've changed. I can't go back."
Don't be stupid! You are rotten to the core and everyone knows it!
"He knew my pain!"
He wanted to turn you soft
"He kept our meetings a secret from even his new family. He would not have done that if he didn't think I could be saved from our common circumstance."
The voice seemed to ponder this, and Pitch smirked in satisfaction.
You will end up killing him one day. When he has served his purpose, you will kill him. If you don't you will grow softer, and regret that you did not stab him in the back when you had the chance.
Pitch sighed, deciding not to argue with that. He knew that fate could be ignored. Frost proved that when he changed the Boogeyman's own fate and gave him a future. Regrets?
"No...No regrets. Not now, perhapse not ever again."