[that dismissal angers him more, the wildfire of unfamiliar magic in him rising even higher, gaining fuel from his hurt and his sadness and his anger. they had enough power that if they'd realized years ago what pitch truly was, what he had been, a spirit lost and alone and as afraid as anything--being fear, after all, didn't make one immune to it--and besides that a lost soul buried under the screaming madness of thousands...

well. things would have gone far differently. and normally he's level-headed enough to realize that there's certainly nothing that could be done for that now, but this hurt is millenia old, and it runs deep.

he's shaking as jack calls the wind to him, and blows bunnymund out the window, clinging to his scythe as he uses it to prop himself up.]

The Man in the Moon told us you were here. And that he was with you. We really were worried, Jack--Pitch is dangerous, remember?

[kozmotis can't help the snarl, the old tones of pitch shining darkly through for a moment as toothiana tries to explain why they're there.]

I shall be far more dangerous if you insist on using that name. I am Kozmotis Pitchiner.