[Pitch chuckles, his hands folded behind his back.]
Of course you will. [He says, as if agreeing with a smile child who wished to be president. Pitch smiles wider before he pats his Nightmare's head and turns towards the nearest bunch of shadows. He lifted a hand.]
Good luck with classes.
[And then, the Nightmare and himself, disappeared into the darkness, the echo of Pitch's chuckling left in their wake and slowly fading off as well.]
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Of course you will. [He says, as if agreeing with a smile child who wished to be president. Pitch smiles wider before he pats his Nightmare's head and turns towards the nearest bunch of shadows. He lifted a hand.]
Good luck with classes.
[And then, the Nightmare and himself, disappeared into the darkness, the echo of Pitch's chuckling left in their wake and slowly fading off as well.]