[ Jack's patience has reached a breaking point. Evidence. He wants evidence? The guy tries to kill him, tries to kill everyone he cares about, tries to plunge the entire world into darkness and unspeakable horrors, and he tries to claim there's not enough evidence.
Jack snaps. He growls something unintelligible - something like fuck your evidence - and since Pitch's guard is conveniently down, his staff is suddenly right under the Boogeyman's chin, a hair's breadth from touching his neck. ]
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Jack snaps. He growls something unintelligible - something like fuck your evidence - and since Pitch's guard is conveniently down, his staff is suddenly right under the Boogeyman's chin, a hair's breadth from touching his neck. ]
Don't. Lie.