[He finally finds more anger within himself, pulling it from somewhere he thought was gone and using it to give himself that added push. His arm lifts up, feet moving forward - it's like he's watching himself from a distance, almost. Then, with a muttered curse, he flings the bag squarely into the center. It doesn't even matter if his aim's off initially. It goes precisely where he wants it to, adjusting course if necessary.
It's a shame he can't do that to Pan himself. Burn him alive and listen to him scream. Make him suffer as much as possible.
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It's a shame he can't do that to Pan himself. Burn him alive and listen to him scream. Make him suffer as much as possible.
Yet, a dark voice in his mind suggests.]