Rufio bit his lip and looked at the floor. "I didn't choose to come here. I hate it here. I tried everything to get back, but, it's weird. You can't leave this world unless you're allowed," he said, voice heavy with biterness. He despised the idea that the others had thought he'd abandoned them. Even moreso knowing the pretender had gotten to stay.
"Maybe he was the real Peter, if he left again. Don't cry for him, Tink, that's stupid. He left us on purpose. You should be mad."