Peter spots Smee slumped near the cannon, looking pale and miserable.

“Oh… oh, Peter Pan… I… I don’t know what to do,” Smee stammers, eyes misty. “Hook… he… he yells… he scares me… and… I don’t like it… but I’m supposed to… serve him… and yet… I… I… well…”

Peter hovers, concern on his face. “Smee… it’s okay. You don’t have to choose right now. You’re not alone.”

Smee sniffles, looking up at Peter with a mix of fear, guilt, and trust. “I… I do care, Peter Pan… I care about you, the Lost Boys… I… I don’t want you hurt…”

Even in his small, trembling frame, Smee’s heart is brave. His loyalty to Peter outweighs his fear of Hook, though he’s conflicted, and every word trembles with emotion.