The small man, golden and friendly, trailing a glittering soft dust all around him moved slowly toward the sinister, thin man clad in such dark clothes. He was the one that had to choose, the one that had been hurt the worst in the last round of this man's assault on love and joy.
His golden sand swirled up and around him, cloaking him for a moment in something like armor, before it settled back into gentle mesmerizing spirals.
When he shrugged both shoulders and smiled, Jack relaxed… and so did Pitch.
Maybe there was a way forward after all.